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all the worries
Bowing His kingdom takes the glory
I got crazy rhymes
No fugazy line
Niggaz can't front on Solomon's mines

Asking for me steady
Audit

What's your social security? Cause I'm losing mine (Yeah, on God)
Gotta have a fallback when it's killing time, aye aye
Follow paper trails like

Hunnid dollars bills, pounds on the flight concealed
Heard they on me and they worried 'bout my paper trail
I'm at work while you goin' on vacation there

And job security
Separate the flesh and skin
Guts and veins and organs within
Ringing death and fire
From up above
Drifting in confusion's eye
Vapour trails

Rebel

iiO

Poetica

2006

others can't win
Audit me, however you may
want
I own a slang that you'll
never pronounce
Wild-child like you
wouldn't know
Young reckless offspring

and in that order
When the еarly American pioneer first turned
His eyes toward the west
There were only Indian trails or
Traces as they were called
For him

Let's have a languid start
A long, exhausted aitch
Mistaking content for actual life
A trail of discarded subscriptions
They cannot add, that's not

Wasn’t listening when I Taught it, Professor sikk shitting on da comp 
Suckas grab a toilet, 
Paper with no paper trail Feds tryna Audit / 
Fuck Em I’m

Driven by the data put the wind up into these sails
Time to act applying wiretaps until the fibers snap
The only audit trail still intact will be the tire

that’s a face book. I stay winning you steadily taking loses  the costliest flow you want it up for audit, wit verses so ill I should be feeling nauseous,

crook and me will teef yuh gyal
Love me anywhere me tun up 
And ah trail me, wuleep ah gyal
A bad bitch ah nuh nuthin fi me pull
Just like stadium ah

mount up!

Excuse me where my stylist?
Pop my collar please
Security, get these bitches off of me
Paparazzi love me I got lots of cheese
Instagram,

Looking fly in my red wings
Where I go trail of smoke no jet stream
Still putting in the work no resting
If I the one next best thing
Before you cross me

can't win
Audit me, however you may
want
I own a slang that you'll
never pronounce
Wild-child like you
wouldn't know
Young reckless offspring
That's out

bitch, and there's your hearse
It just got worse
Not like a stolen purse
Social security card curse
Who am I in the verse
I only have words
But not verbs

I show my maturity
What if I call on security?
That mean I'm calling on God for purity
I went and got me a therapist
I can debatе on my theories

When You Find Out Who You Are

The Incredible String Band

I Looked Up

1970

and clay

Some did seek security
Among the seas of change
And some did seek dear life to wound
A furious time and strange

But when you find out who

The seasons come, the seasons go

See the grain laid scattered
In a trail that leads to nowhere
The rustling leaves beneath my feet
Swirl in a colorful

Speaking of the Kool-Aid who just spiked my drink?
Now I'm too loose and don't know what to think
Security had told me I might be on the brink
Then I threw

past due
Playing favorites just might get you jumped
Trails of blood in asphalt
Kind of retarded, or just a fucking chump
Hiding behind those walls

Fuck

them people love to
See a nigga frail i'm tired of chasing all
Them seven-figure trails
I'm just tryna duck the haters
Tryna see a nigga fail muhammad

Lineage with diplomats and armed security 
Homeland security raided moms living room once I'm serious 
Cuzzo had girl and boy George what you curious ?

Move Like Patrick Swayze
In the Early Eighties
Security were waiting
For me at the door

My Travolta dancing
In Friday frenzy
Dangerous and spacy
But

for me to get away from you
Without me having to tell you
Where I go or what I do
And all the while protecting and giving me security
I never have