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Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

The door stands open -
Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night.
Alone, the possibilities are enormous.
Step

HudMo Dope says "what's up?"

Go Dreamer's a (?), wish upon a star
I'm too cold for Pluto so I'm movin' back to Mars
This that spaceship, that space

more
There's always space for improvement 

All this rose gold on, swear I smell like roses
Louis Vuitton embroidery, though I made the wrong choices

Drifting soul, heart blue, mind scattered
One of many, weary from the grind every dime matters
Rambling through streets paved with shards of glass,

So much room for improvement
It's hard to be a pearl when you grew up in the sewage
A town that breaks the best of em, but some come to view it
But

carry shit
But this doubt in my hands
....
Did it all without a plan
Went back to the drawing board
And perfected a plan
Did that this past year
I ain’t

suprising, dont let it
Go viral, be best if it kept lowkey, so the g-o-v cant get inside it,
Hide it in plain sight, we devising
A plan, for humans, abusing

cried all by my lonely
Our relationship got better always space for some improvement
Ever since the day i met you knew you'll fall in love with music
Now

I got
Icloud storage
We good
No playing with my dawgs
No playing with my plans
You needa understand It
This a cinematic
The interviews
Aren’t open

to foo
You like to do ya thing
And you like how I don't mess wit you

We need room for improvement 
Space to make movements
Time to define why we doing it

tell them to line up 
Everybody whining with their minds stuck 
Closing a blind eye to love 
But time to open the blinds until the shine reminds us

Driver found space four more
Already four more passed capacity
Spoke formal and very passionately
Said, 'someone will go off and you'll have a seat

the streets where I'm left at
You know my come back will be greater than my set back
Like a friendship that ran its course
I move on, I understand if my plan

everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,

to the streets 
I put my ear to the music
I took a step back and realized what I could be losing 
I see room for improvement
Well of course I'ma move in 
And if

I'd be on my rap shit
You probably heard my name, not the side I'm the main
Head bitch in charge, I plan on doing it large
I aim big, you're still

mind
High off all the memories, twist open the can of beans
Gimme space I just need five
That shit is my pet peeve, nobody should test me
I think that

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,

the same/
It’s all a game/
She open the legs then I’m falling in/

Then I’m out Fast food flow, y’all move slow/
You too close…./
Create space before you

Yeah it's Mr get 'Em Gone
Jones where we at?
Let's get it

Did a complete 360
I thought they'd be proud of Jack
Was knee deep in the streets before
I

you all haters
Open your dome before that long scope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded giving you
Those raw hay

is in like eight different yearbooks

Could've been took the S.A.T. but the streets got the best of me

Thinkin' and drinkin' and bankin' open while

The Architect

O.A.R.

The Architect

2014

Young man, come to me and ask me for a smoke
Straight off of Bourbon Street alley cat with a dirty coat
He said it's hard out here just being me

really shut the door and let you open new ones
It only took me a month
'Til I was bored of the fun
The fun I was never having
Was just some problems outrun