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Get It Going nigga
Get It Going
Get It Going nigga
Get It Going
Get It Going Nigga

Ian write a song in a minute
All this shit be off the head
Word

drowned
Swallowed by my own flesh
This ain't Jonah or Jonas
I'm far from well
A prisoner of my own jail
Ain't no getting out the belly
See sections of me

thing I know
Doing what I can to not feel low but
Even as I drive
Headlights passing by
Moving but I still feel stuck
Still feel stuck
Still crust in my

self-inflicted deficit deemed delightful
Influenced by ignorance: information like projectiles
A kilobit of truth is out there drowned in XXX files
Face-to-face we

I be getting to green like Sam I Am
Put berry on the tape yeah that's my jam
Going crazy with the snippets I post on the gram
Fuck nigga tryna little

next song
Title it as Chum Chum
A snippet they go dumb dumb
Make it sound like the best piece of music out
And then sum

Analyse my new shit
Go 'head

the engine to keep up the speed 
I’m like John Kennedy
Let’s see what Oswald will go down for me
For this fuckin conspiracy 
They don’t got me beat


  They

Talking like a has-been asking where the cash been why?
I get so fucking stuck sometimes
Going nowhere fast
Floating through the motions
Living life

Talking like a has-been asking where the cash been why?
I get so fucking stuck sometimes
Going nowhere fast
Floating through the motions
Living life

I was 15 attending summer
School at hawthorne high
Spending most of my nights trying
To find any snippets
Of the album on various german sites then 7

up missing
2 63's a day
A put me right back in the genius
Say he getting money
I'm like dummy
No you isn't
This is my prediction
I'm the bomb without

flying around the ceiling, been appealing to his eyes, he's tired of catching digits
Minutes pass, and niggas be showing snippets, the answers

stuck in the middle
I be stuck in the middle of a warzone
I'm just
I'm just
I feel like I'm all alone
But you know that I'm vibing
What did the emus do

Drive-by
I ain't drive-thru Mc-Dees
Computer talk Burn-a-boy like a disc
Toss em to ma dawgs like a frizz-be
Finna eat em up with a biscuit
Cut da ear off he

an old friend
Yeah Your an old friend

I didnt ask for a nip slip pic for my tip
But i like how u have that pink lip bit
Acting upset but u let a big grin

we had chemistery
Was this a sign from the clouds above

Listen girl I wish I could keep you like a secret
Couldn't make it work in the end we were

of luck, I'm steady pullin' these

cards Had to send my man fishin', he got caught by
a rod
I'm like a xylophone, cause Every bar changed the tune
This

round the table
Rest their feet and flash they stash load
Shoot the shit and keep the cash flow
Up and running like they Van Gogh 
All this paper we just

round the table
Rest their feet and flash they stash load
Shoot the shit and keep the cash flow
Up and running like they Van Gogh 
All this paper we just

They
Looking kinda Secky
I mean Sicky The blicky Looking Like It Should come sit with me
This the hottest to spit it how I Did it You niggas drid it
Put

sheet
Yeah we pass each other by
Brushing shoulders avoiding eyes
We act like we despise
We the same fucking kind
Black or white i dont mind
Tear your

to the start
No luck this far as I stumble around
Like a lost soul who's better in the ground
Just leave me here, I can rot in this hole
Not much of a valley,

was honest with you from the jump 
If you did me like this then it's something with you, yeah 
And maybe I shouldn't make it personal 
But you cut me

Traffic Jam

Raw Fusion

Live From the Styleetron

1991

greener for the whites
To some black cars, by far, this has been a long day
I hope that I haven't been goin' the wrong way
I keep on, to the early morn