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Fumes

Aesop Rock

None Shall Pass

2007

You ain't shit man
Your story's a joke
You should package it with a last smoke and six feet of rope

Stay awake little misfit,
Her lips wet

to the pain speed in the rain
Amg package i'll never change
Smoking a salad hash with the dank
Wasted your talent damn what a shame yeah

V how you been I'm

Get them Hi Teks up out the casket
Did the high step when I got drafted
Caught an interception on the package
But it's a method to my madness
Whip it in

Yo, I'm high diving off the mic into The melody
Fires in my soul exemplifies the hell In me
I can feel my frustrations festering & Developing

Hit you up bad, make you loose a few calories
I need to slow down
Movin through life at a high speed
Watchin all the slow runners pass by me
I can see

Even though we couldn't see the path, through the fog
I've been running through it high speed, with my dogs
You know we going all in, risk it all

can
Control the world through your hand
Access granted or rights revoked
All it takes is a quick strike of a keystroke
It feels like it's been so long

Pussy, we'll drum the band on 'em

I unwrap the package (ho) 
Ayy, I've been trappin-trappin' (ho)
Yeah, since I was a young nigga (ho, what?)
You

Typical street nigga, yeah
We ride with choppers
Lot of dread heads around me, we all Rastas
Was gettin' high with your bitch
In my suite watchin' Shottas

Summer time you got to choose
Feeling me
I'm feeling you
High speed
I'm im on the news
On my way to you
I'm finna pull up
I'm bout to pull up babe

(As many of you know)
Say their names
Black boys gain access to violence before knowledge
Say their names
Access to mediocrity before college
(As

It's like watching a tape of a prefab building
Going up only the tape's reversed
And run at high speed

I was trying to remind myself
That this place

do it like me
Ain't gonna find a man who can do it at high speeds
She from Calabasas
Short dress easy access
Latin got an accent
Feeling really anxious

to shoot for the three
Pushing through traffic cause I like to speed
Waiting on my package to land up the street
I love the money, them bands, them racks,

with Jimmy, yeah we in a labyrinth
Hardest choice AP or the Patek
Hardest choice PK or the Mastiff
High speed when I'm moving in traffic
High speed like

I'm so high up if i landed
I'd Knock the whole motherfucking world off axis
Even in the dope game gotta pay yo taxes
Yo ain't got no cash than you

This Is My Party

Fabolous

Street Dreams

2003

a slave, c'mon

[Chorus 2: x2]
This is my party
So get fly if you want to
Get high if you want to cause I know you want to
Put your hands up as high

the fuck was you playin wit them niggas
45 under my seat
Call that bitch Dej Loaf dare a nigga try me
12 chase a nigga high speed
Swear to God I aint stoppin

it



I hit em high then hit em low 

Cause life is all about balance

Lets unravel it 

Im wrapped in the presenting what's after it 

What came

fall
Picasso couldn't paint the hate I Pictured in y'all
Pullin up fast speed bike smoking on Gas green light
Mix that potion back stroke motion
Swimming

Hitler’s
From snyman to small boys who deliver packages
Cough pills shoot meals like trigger amateurs
Messengers tell scorpions to bust savages
Chase a high

a trip
So I speed in the whip
Life is a glitch
And I'm trynna get rich
My life is too lit
So I came with the drip
Life is a bitch
And I fuck with the bitch

Hoping to gain
Have access to private planes
Neck covered in chains
Get your head on straight
Or you might see the grave
The stakes are high
So prove you

of love our rap is whether it's ghetto accent
Deliver Jesus like a package believe us He's the access
He's the key that gets you past the sin that makes you