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will I surrender
I been a warrior when I came out my mom's placenta
In the gutter lane like I'm Master Splinter
How splendid, I guess my project had

even harder, thought I'd get that promotion
I had plans set into motion, corona fucked it like a trojan
Some nights I feel so broken, like I am drowning

Take my chopsticks out, come lay in my hair
I'm a badass bitch making love in my lair
You're a smart ass man only give ideas
I could build you up

by all means
Meaning that the potion in the motion
Must be working
But the portion of emotion in promotion
Is the certain
Way of getting the distortion

All in concert concerted efforts obedient disobedient rewarded afforded when Jehovah
The one accorded lord it over vast masses all in the master's

effort in his art it could take him to places and from that day forward he has never looked back. He strongly believes that on the road to stardom it’s

roots, new awareness can then flower
For those in need, time to reach out for support
Even master sailors in a storm might need a port
If life is art it's

Keep It Rollin'

A Tribe Called Quest

Midnight Marauders

1993

On the country once again here to win
I'm Uptown chilling, taking in this grand master Vic blend
From the projects, the PJ's, fuck them two DJ's
Self mission, I

as an actor
Still gotta put in all of these emotions
Rap's getting easier to manufacture, man, I deserve a promotion
Gimme two years to turn into a master

a company man

Ah
He works so hard sometimes I worry about his health
He's like a sex machine on the conveyor belt
Not in it for a prize, they say he'll never

to do is take my time 

I'ma stand up for art express, do mic test rehearsals 
Eight years of man livin', ain't no edits or commercials 
Flick the God

Pony Ride

De La Soul

Stakes Is High

1996

to do is take my time 

I'ma stand up for art express, do mic test rehearsals 
Eight years of man livin', ain't no edits or commercials 
Flick the God

niggas since last year
Wan chilling out here with the green
They've never seen a handsome master
Back in the scene I'm in between
The lean, the mean,

All that remains is the strain of my mental health 



Luckily you didn’t hurt anything else 



I didn’t do anything wrong you just came at me

Dispense with the formalities and schemes
You may be contemplating
Foes are turning furry in
A hurry when transmogulating

By the pricking of my thumbs

thing go
Even know some rainbows
That'll let it rain tho

Never followed a crowd
I was following that lay low
No master chief but I'm handing out Halos

a fresh fade, crisp gators and Zoot Suit/
Fresher than a Louie bag, aviators, and Gucc boots/

Cool like a glacier in the Arctic, the art is/
To prove you

Temple

Fugees

Blunted on Reality

1994

starts, I tried to master the art, come on!

Stranger to Himself

Sandy Denny

Who Knows Where the Time Goes [Box Set]

1986

He was a stranger to himself,
A spy in his own camp,
And his money was his health,
All thrown to the dust by his very own hand.

Yet his beauty

my worth it could never leave me
reaching in the depths of my soul to write this masterpiece
The only thing that's making me whole is trying to master

are
Master self for your health and let that determine the art
Don't let your fire burn out
'Cause fire strengthened by wind
So when that evil blow your

a bad thing
If its in your heart
We not smart
It's living art
Art of living
Giving out what you know
Let it grow
Ima flow for all my people
Listening I'm

to sing when I ain't feelin the notes
So I won't show no the love if I ain't feelin the part
Yeah, I'ma master the art before I master my heart and these

I

CrypDID Nation and I'm part of the gang
Make the track go bang when we up in this thang
Miss Chloe emcee, Master Chief in the clutch
Keep your hands off