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a book by Morrish
Misread smiles and summer promise

Intervening love between the years
Has made me understand
I'm glad Naomi turned me down

Soon will be
primitive, I'm Olympian, now it's routed in pistols
Allow me to buy the album, child imbeciles
I was a coward out to intend powerful minutes for
The crowd,
felt her hand in mine and said "Your wrong about me"
"I'm a boy from a good family" I told her

The juke box played an out-of-time tune (So what's new)
the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt (Y'all can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings 'til that Black
truths through my "Hard Knock Life" time my gift and a curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths
I built the Dynasty by
Bring that beat back
That's what's up

[verse 2]
Feedback from truly
Freedblacks
Gotta think outta this
Box of hard knocks
Lined em up at fort knox
To die
what?
Dj lord gimme that cut
Bring that beat back
That's whats up

Feedback from truly 
Freedblacks
Gotta think outta this
Box of hard knocks
beautifully articulated 

Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature 

of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it 

The styles they're
Starling
Music and Lyrics by Reese Roper from album Anti-Meridian

Filthy bird laying in our yard,
Four chamber heart never beat so hard.
Dad said
hand not what I got and
(L) Strictly evil in the big box (L)
And (Cool J) It's no stoppin' when my shit knocks and
(L) Get it all baby don't stop (L)
Pacquaio box 'em up
How would I know H-B-O would get a shot of us
Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us
Please don't bow in my presence 
How am
Pacquaio box 'em up
How would I know H-B-O would get a shot of us
Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us
Please don't bow in my presence 
How am
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
(The Divine Feminine)
Oh

Love
Love, love, love, love (sex)
Love, love, love, love (sex)
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year 
From your eye drops a tear 
I don't play that shit, I play that hit 
Your whole gangsta image is
and all lay
In the box you were topping the charts
Look at the people not even jockin' your art
Why's that
Cause everybody that really buys rap
Don't
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
'em out the box
I got a rhyme to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks
There never was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself
When all
they bails 
Niggaz floss on their album, try to boost their sales 
We put our pies on the table when our eyes on a label 
'cause them rednecks up in
they bails 
Niggaz floss on their album, try to boost their sales 
We put our pies on the table when our eyes on a label 
Cause them rednecks up in
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
invitin' me to rhyme" 
"The open mic...the open mic...at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme" 
"Open m-mic, I bring out that box to the shit." 
"At
Whether you copped the album, downloaded, you streamed it or popped the CD in
I just want my grandmama to see me win
Stumbled on top of rocky road

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