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sport, i didn't pout or whine
Took my L's, for every bout of mine
Always rose to my feet by the count of nine  
What it was?
Blue hats, orange stars
Hoops,

on growing

Tried to break us
But built us stronger in the end
Couldn't ask for more
Thank you for being my friend
I'll hold you down to the very end
And I'll

do it slow
Your crew will fall into pieces slow
I can open a hole on your skull
By a bullet no we ain't fooling
Upload it and shoot it yea that's how

listeners
Under air conditioners
Blowing papers, yeah score petitioners
Cooking beats, the kitchener
Hell's kitchen, bitten her
God if you are listening
Thank

outside, nigga
That's my song
Yeah, I might hit a nigga just like a bong
Well, I might hit your bitch like a gong
We chillin' by the food truck in the zone

where you are in life, your God is not a man

We, stand in the gap for the homies that never made it out
R.I.P. to the nephew that was gon’ make us proud

it flow, now they know that I'm cold
But your bitch think I'm hot
I swear to God, get your fucking thot
I might take her home to meet my mom, fuck it

(Barksty made this beat)

I've been, fighting real depression
Trying to, cope with this shit slowly

I'm tryna heal from the inside
Remember

God bless me
With this gift of poetry
We
Takin over
Gimme
The mic and I show ya
Show ya
What this street  'bout
Stay true to your homies and your music,

dawg I know I ain't your kin
But understand the greatness In my future with this pen
I've been mastering All the artistry
So I can make a bag Off

impressions by pressing my luck
I ain’t boutta lie s**t
I been smoking a hybrid
I been focused but takin my time kid
We ain’t running a race
Better pace

dirt in the loops
Act all tuff, tuff on the gram but can't get the G' and the P's
In the bank for a gram of the supply
If ain't me on the auxiliary,

from bar mixtape by the way
...i'm just representing money
i mean literally, literally, representing money, haha
god damn man, i do this victory laugh so

What We All Want

Kamau

The Old Prince

2007

and being down with a label that can market me
I've scarred my knees, praying hard for peace
Of mind and a heart that's free
Cause yo, that's what we all

[Nobody can be back from that forgotten land
The furthest one, the blac,
Lonely and gloomy sand
The bridge's narrow and thin
The sentry waits

waitin' with thugs
To beat you down until ya shit got traces of blood
Y'all are new jacks to rap soundin' spacey and bugged
I been spittin' since ya

Don't Talk About It

Black Menace

Mo Drama

1999

muthafucka, just one nigga deep,
Fuck a crew, nobody loves Tim, times is hard,
You get, one true friend, minus God,
And then they wind up tall runnin' off

at me
And my insanity's my genius
These special tears displace this rage
You can tell by the
Bloodstains in the margins
Water-stained circles all over

where the poets is
Under some gutter, at the library, by the cafe, at the ATM
You know where the poets is
At the perfume store, in the buffet line

on the roof I think they call him indlalifa
Got this beat from Blaq Diamond but I was made by your honey
That's my Arsenal I've been hustling since 14 Thierry

sell an eighth in the barbershop? We want ours
When it comes to these bars, y'all can't fuck with the god
The first rhymes I wrote was meant

Sexy Cyber

Hopsin

Gazing at the Moonlight

2009

girl
Cyber, sexy cyber
Sexy cyber, I love her
Sexy cyber, sexy cyber
She's my sexy cyber girl

Can you believe it, she's finally 'bout to meet her

to me

And the cowards with their knocking fucking knees
They can't even keep a quarter beat
I know there's packet loss and latencies
None the less