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as easily see a crisis or problem
As a challenge, an opportunity
To prove your mettle
The chance to strengthen and toughen
Yourself, or a call to collective

young gunnas in the truck with it
Sigel would've loved it, Philly would've fucked with it
California state property you niggas stuck with it
Brrrring,

his life.
He's seen the world and all its sights
And experienced both the joys and the frights.

His destiny shaped like a puzzle
Each piece a challenge

lifts his sword.
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
What

my job and now I'm broke
Gotta make a way, trynna plan my great escape
Dropped the tape, then left the state 
Came back streams at 20k 
Minor flex but

A superstar I am
I haven't dropped the classic
No illmatic, it was written, or I am
Honest to the public, that I am
Mr 305, that I am
A rapper I'm not, perhaps

Paid

On My Grind 

On the Road to 99

The Closest to Perfection is my State of Mind

Sit Back and Get Fat off the Fruits of my Labor

Break Bread with

Ave Molly do the dance
No milli rock She don't do the dab
Picture perfect like a throwback
Made this a classic
For the classic Ave
Good vibes you could

I pull up to the lot they laugh at me for always chasing dreams
Always look back at my headlights when the silvers at the scene
Always breaking necks

scissors
If they taking shots hope it's tequila silver
I'll waive the fee to have this beef delivered
Niggas playing tough
Til niggas with nothin to lose

state
Niggas wanna know how I keep my pen straight?
Damn straight
How they trying to bite off of my template
Based off they sentences
That ain't got good

the "Keystone State"
See the chrome scrape
Family of dope dealers will be at home tape
Don't black mask again, lie and wait
My old school 38 beside your fate
It's

Here's to the State of Richard Nixon

Phil Ochs

Chords of Fame

1976

Here's to the State of Richard Nixon
For underneath his borders the devil draws the line
If you drag his muddy rivers nameless bodies you will find

Here's to the State of Mississippi

Phil Ochs

There But for Fortune

1989

Here's to the state of Mississippi,
For Underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines,
If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will

If she wants it, she has it
Oil baby magic
She's illuminating
Dazzles and it's suffocating
Vanderbilt grit
The cult classic
She's accelerating

Nike tee under my school shirt black AirMax on feet
Silver memory stick packed with beats
Spitting on sets with the mandem testing my flows and cadence

Look, relate to you, I can't if you's a fake nigga
Where Level 4 in the state what your mistakes get you
Rap niggas, they just wanna double date

Fucking on a rocker yeah i met her at a concert oh yeah
Don't bring me no flavored wraps
Silver dutch or classic woods
I burn em up like cabin wood
Dancing

States”
I want them to say, “These were the years when the tide came in
These were the years when the United States started to move again”
Only you can

As this world of ours spins round, 
Each new day may bring new challenges, 
But that makes us stronger, 
More determined, as we battle on.
There is

Rap rock god I am one of those 
Flexing on my haters Like a classic Hulk Hogan Pose 
Lord knows I am not the one 
To be underestimating Daddy Kane I

caption… from the cradle, till closed casket… the microphone’s my oldest habit, my boldest challenge, my tortoise & rabbit… takes more to have it, than swag…

when they used to blast classic rap on the radio waves to the masses back when the radio play was a challenge to really make happen. I've been rappin..

the states?"
Man if Cass' get me mad, get on the weights
Before the next question asked is
"Do you think he awake?"
It's gon' be a body tonight
Somebody better