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illness in his family)
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In this episode I reflect; I grow introspective

to feed i mean
I got some kids to teach i mean
I got some kids to lead i mean
Into the future we'll go
Next generation stars of the show
Hold Up
What about

I Am I Be

De La Soul

Phat Jazz Flava '95

1995

the new generation of slaves 
Here to make papes to buy a record exec' rakes 
The pile of revenue I create 
But I guess I don't get a cut 'cause my

resonate & delegate
Deliver better Times

To generations next in line
Not left behind
I will not press rewind
To get back stagnant times
I lean in

the new generation of slaves 
Here to make papes to buy a record exec' rakes 
The pile of revenue I create 
But I guess I don't get a cut 'cause my

kill 'em with success
I'm up next like afternoon
You niggas evenin' the playin' scale
It's like the moon
Tryna sunset as the nightmare I rap resumes
You

Feeling less like a viewer over VNC
Inspired by a channel and the world's Audacity
Now I keep a bookmark of what gets me amped
Beats stay spilling til I hit

heavy
I see the changes vary
Dark fit big shoes to fill
But I'm looking pretty
Same rings not the same mentally
This generations is interesting
They know

doing
Everything yourself, although 
Every moment we enjoy, has sometime 
To do with the one before, building it
Breaking ground for the next
Generation

Somethin'

The Pharcyde

Plain Rap

2000

the next generation
Temperature's rising
So are the prices
You strung out on the vices
$2 million dollar ad to entice us
We live to want sometimes

to be scarce in the next generation
In the red is what the birth rates are in
Diesel generators, Crude natural gas, Landfills
Ever wonder where your power

Commercial bomb, stray bullet of an ad
Showin' me the benefits of a new iPad, iPhone, iMac, Galaxy Tab
A slight upgrade from the one I had, but the good

inspire galaxies of greatness
For generations to come
So no, no, sky is not the limit
It is only the beginning
Lift off

hate humans
I hate humans
I hate

I think a chip was enlarged in my neck
Cuz i been so different my whole life i never followed the next
I had a strong

way through the next Galaxy

You and me love up here in the eye of creation

Here inside the American Space Station we're gonna be the next generation

where im seen talkin to my higher self motherfucker where you at finna blast off to another galaxy just to find my og craft

Dmt mind set sacrilegious

sky
And everybody hates
But no one wonders why
You're no better than the next guy
So back down and stick up
'Cause we all meet the same maker
And he

the next generation
Temperature's rising
So are the prices
You strung out on the vices
$2 million dollar ad to entice us
We live to want sometimes forgetting

the Scriptures
Do better than Adam and Eve

In the garden of generations X's and eight's
We next stand to place
Putting god and our Faith

So bae when I'm away

are


Rap

Im like a rolex watch onpoint
running circles round ya, smoove no hesitation
steady consentration, pass the dutchie next generation
video

a hologram my music fulfills my memory 
...those aren’t stars they’re galaxies that you’re looking at
I knock planets out of their orbit with a wooden bat

again
Ima learn to sin let go let God do the rest
All of my life been a test don't know what's next
And I don't give a fuck who's the best
Cool kids write

their core.
These stars, the high mass ones among them, they collapsed and then exploded, scattering their enriched guts across the galaxy.
Guts made

a iPhone
Galaxy, samsung
Or an iPad to a macbook
Or a HP laptop
Or scrolling down the Internet
Facebook, instagram, DM'ing
Double tapping different women