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cleaning time
Father for give
I know it’s strange
I want the darkness
In my heart to live
I’m playing games
The art of being parked
In the crib
In the name

have chains honey you have keys
Some strange hold that you have on me

Bought an old hourglass,
Just to hang around my neck
if the time I waste doesn't

two by two
Blacks gunned down boy whatcha gonna do
D9 don't run daddy said don't move
Just lay down while they battle for the loot
Cause one by one, few

managing(huh uh)
Resorting to funds yet niggas steady gambling(ok)
Phantom of the opera
Black Sinatra
Kentucky Derby horses sure to trot ya
Just for

Trapped in the Drive-Thru

Weird Al Yankovic

Straight Outta Lynwood

2006

callin' me?
Well I checked my caller ID

It was just cousin Larry
Callin' for the third time today
My wife said "Let it go to voicemail"
I said okay

Where

little means
By any means, teens chase things we never dreamed
They dreamed they might be a lawyer, I dreamed for 17
Years on this earth, or time to find

fruit, get crops
Get land, get stores, kick doors, ensure
Your fam is good, plus the people next door
Some are tired by the times
Some inspired by

Everyday it’s something
New
With the same ole
Taxpayers getting 
Killed by the cops
So the black taxpayers
Fund the cops payroll?
Naysayers like
“Say

a piece of cake

Ten times three
Thirty racks on me (racks)
Get you whacked by 1017
Ten thousand on Givenchy (let's go)
All rats, we poison they

of progeny
None shall be spared by the wrath of the Black fed by furious envy

Lies cannot spill from the mouths of the dead for this time of dread is 
But

Got nowhere else to go 
Go 
Really not strange that I feel so alone 
I been on my own 
Own 
Dealing by not dealing with the pain 
Let it go 
Let it

I'm not playin Games this my hallelujah
y'all keep looking strange this my hallelujah
I'm just coming running about to give it to ya, got my hands up

that is dormant
Tormented by the whistle of the morning
Something got me feeling oh so strange
I've been carrying around this old dead weight
My mind

a tournament with a permanent crease
I strike fear in the hearts of Rap figures
Who mind bear the stigmas of time, no black privlege
From boom brap niggas

Rapid Eye Movement

Black Thought

P.T.S.D.: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

2014

wait
I actually grew five times my size grabbed
Ma$e by the thigh and slapped a rapper with him
Now that's practicing sacrilegious activism
Attack is for

rhyme exhales
A low key rapper with no history of making sales
Or faking jail
Just a black man trying to excel
Fenced with a propensity that's given my

a cat getting clean You really a lick 
Yo time running out I can tell by the tic 
Ha 

Tic tock
Diamond bezels on a wrist watch 
You really hating but yo

destructive habits & perversions
I brush off your urges from my urgings
I had a vision of a spirit in black
By my bed, frozen, scared, said he had my back
I

of the earthly body

Inlaid by DNA
True nature burns away
It's strange the way we became older
its the end or a new wave future

In flames burn away
Enraged turn

Can't fuck with you cause you niggas too lame
Thought it was real now they look at me strange
Kuomoka lazima I ain't trying to maintain
Said it

wasn't made for me
And don't even look all strange at me
Ask Francis Scott Key
The songwriter and slave owner that personally gave a shout out to me
And my

(Dream)
But nah for real
She ate the team
She is a freak (Freak, freak, freak, freak)
She gettin' geeked
She get tag teamed by the team
Singing, the bling

Got me moving like I'm slow
Plug hit my phone bout to meet up w chapo
I get the pacc n I send it to my bro
Bro on the blocc he push keys like piano

it to catch some z's
Four door's too small gonna have to get the suv
Tryna have a good time that's why I got the dvd
No reason to be spelling this