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I had the food that made the cats go wild
Before music, I had a booming line
Fam, ask T-Mobile

Six o'clock in the morning
I flew out, flew down

Like a screen pass
The straps hang off of the arm
Like it's a lean bag and I can box
This right hand'll lean Cass'
I take him back to the early 2000's

get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah

when the Camera's on

I can barely keep my Thighs open, I can barely keep the Dice rolling, 

Barely feel the Land that I am standing on

It is not

to make music!
Oh my god! (I know)
Rapman will not stand for this! (Go get 'em)
To the booth!

Uh, now let me hop up in the rap-mobile
Get so much pussy in

the hopes that it would be some safety inside
The screens receiving telephonic alerts
The non-mobile sad and stranded at work
The sweat stains of a scared

pills
Watch in the corner
I am feeling observed
Camera up
Feelings down
This vinyl take me around
Play backwards
Another sens
Am I crazy
Who Am I?
My

Ye,

Aaay,

Light Paint on the canvas,
Invisible to your camera,
Green screens are now mobile dreams
Now your talking my language
—


Popping like

Everybody Jones

Jim Jones

Capo

2011

the watch box)
And I used to sell smack like a back hand (X-15 Sharif)
And I see through you niggas like a cat scan (get em')
And fuckers getting fax like

grab my guitar so I can go and chill
Out on Box Hill, cotch I will,
Won’t stop 'til I fall asleep.
I’ll take my time and relax in the sun
Because I heard

my standards
Come and shop you on 4k got five cameras
Two shooters a doorman that's nine hammers
Despite the bullshit I still show kind manners
Juug

Psyclones

The Psycho Realm

The Psycho Realm

1997

televisions act cameras also 

enemies program your box of cables 



invasion of your spaces calls for rowdy occasion 

deliberate attacks on your

Lights, Camera, Action

Remy Ma

There's Something About Remy: Based on a True Story

2006

See, I switched up to my 8 ball jacket
And my spandex got me stoppin' traffic
Baby, not for nuttin', I'ma walkin' accident
They catch whiplash, every

Kill

Earl Sweatshirt

Earl

2010

maximus, killin' niggas on accident

Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, I'mma kill 'em all
Just watch, off 'em

I might go shoppin in the rain
I bike no stopping cop a jacket
lights flashing then camera action
Flashin back lemons n windowpanes
My mic on box

a maze box
Set your phasers, obey or catch the vapors
My 1, 2, unscrew a player from his trainers

So it appears we do not get along say what?
Say what?

on shit
I'm a street nigga 'cause I got a big heart
Everything kinda feel like an accident
Put the camera on you and it's your part
Yeah, on top

you man wanna listen or you wanna get shot?
Keira's brother told me I should put you in a box
Well then do it then, what?
Tell Kyron fuck him