Lyrics:
from the inside out
Create the conditions
For exhaustion
Distraction
Narcissism
Pain so great we push ourSelves away
Then came the mythology of our
Here's my heart and my eyes
I am raw I am real no disguise
Conditions are weighted upon you
You hoping that they would adore you
Returning from
commission
Screaming at the mirror
And I hope you listen
Fucked up conditions
But look what you have
Then what you are missin
Okay I'll take category 6
For 400
ain’t never asked
And I lie for it
Only difference is I be spazzin and
Still a pow for it put me in a category
I don't know what’s a sadder story
Guts
and everyone
Me no walk in a possie, me no walk in a gang
Mix or blend mon with the wrong mon
So you find me some in a good condition
Buy me house and a buy
Pholosify and music, that's my category
Hip-Hop thugs in the ghetto teritory
My story is cold but it must be told
Started out with the very first man
an artefact
Nigga I'm seasoned you a starter pack
So pass the Henny to the melancholy
Pass the season let me spread my story
I'm a whole different category
Me
faith
I got these worries that drain
This junk a category five
The devil pitching that 'cane
No, I ain't married to currency
But this state I'm in
bodies
Into the sarcophagus
Let them decay away
Never again to see us
Mummification
Preservation
Through unusual conditions
Preparation
Transportation
I'm the type to
Choose variety like categories I type into PornHub, or maybe Xvideos
Or maybe BlackGFs, I'm obsessed with them pretty hoes
Pretty sure
thought
Another condition to the sequence
I've gotten used to the frequents
But when they disappear it will frighten me the leastet
This leash is making
lit a fuse it was critical
My conditions a violinist couldn't tell a sadder story the allegory to dimness
Why I shine within this category to break from
the lady of the tree
Middle finger salutes those mad at me
Day one flashback different pedigree & category
Everyone's condition is unsatisfactory
End
l'gorille
Cesse de faire l'poids lourd j'opère dans toutes les catégories
Rien à foutre si t'aimes pas ce que j'fais
J'ai les canons bouddhiques et la
Keep ya raw addicts of all tactics
Not GZA a little bigger
Less darker y'all figure
To put me in a category with no history
Without reading his story
my shine
It's my aura g flow so gorgeously
Of course me put me in the category
Where all the golden voices be
I does this for real
My buzz and appeal
through life
My missions mandatory
What I made me do to prove myself
Ain't no one plan it for me
Tell me who you ever knew
To dwell outside these categories
that the sound was dead
Creating categories that fit the times, condition minds
You move 'em in and move 'em out like they were cattle
Burn a brand
love for rhyming
No nominee but y'all know what category I'm in
I don't think any rapper could do me any harm
With this word designing, like
own stylee
Me me me in a category
Boy talk bout them 9 and a end a cemetry
But anytime say me come me have me own stylee
Goin fe chop up a boy put
dukes like
"What got into you?"
Mama, I been on the block with them criminals
Niggas' rap stories category?
Probably fictional
Nigga, I been out here
dead
Creating categories that fit the times; condition minds
You move them in and move them out like they were cattle
Burn a brand into their hide
With
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