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You know, like electric chair
The way you stare (yeah, I'm there)
You committed a crime and I'm the victim

I've got an eye out for she that cries out passionately
We'll do things backwardly, forwardly, horizontally
I'm too young to be settling down
Quick to change my mind tomorrow
So now can I borrow your timid torso
More so than your soul?
I said, "Nah," showed him the plastic with nine in the clip
Hopped in the whip, popped in the disc, pressed play
To the Grand Central, from the Van Wyck Expressway
I said, "Bet you'll never guess in a million years
What I just saw happenin' and probably still is
Snuck in my crib some nigga fuckin my wiz
I saw dem, they ain't see me, I ducked and I slid
I'ma grab shorty, I need you to grab the nigga for me"
Just when I thought I found love, she shitted on me
Shopped in Vegas, a present, for our engagement
Twenty G's on a ring I would have hit her today with
My surprise couldn't match the one she had for me
We pulled up, he was walkin' out the house backwardly
Parked in the back of my house, they couldn't see us
Ran to the side of my house, cocked the heater
Walked to the front when I talked he had junk
Bitch tried to slam the door shut, got caught in Horse foot
Shot the Spanish kid in the rib, drug him in
Grabbed her face, say goodbye to your undercover friend
One between the eye, she's died, by mistake
Must've held the gat too tight, pointed at her face
Heard somebody knock, Horse helped me hide the bodies
Heard sirens, I guess we going out we out like kamikazes
We surrounded, red lights flashing, who's inside?
I said, "Nah," showed him the plastic with nine in the clip

Hopped in the whip, popped in the disc, pressed play
To the Grand Central, from the Van Wyck Expressway
I said, "Bet you'll never guess in a million years
What I just saw happenin -- and probably still is

Snuck in my crib - some n**** f***in my wiz
I saw dem, they ain't see me, I ducked and I slid
I'm a grab shorty, I need you to grab the n**** for me"
Just when I thought I found love, she s***ted on me

Shopped in Vegas, a present, for our engagement
20 G's on a ring I would have hit her today with
My surprise couldn't match the one she had for me
We pulled up, he was walkin out the house backwardly

Parked in the back of my house, they couldn't see us
Ran to the side of my house, c***ed the heater
Walked to the front when I talked he had junk
B**** tried to slam the door shut, got caught in Horse foot

Shot the Spanish kid in the rib, drug him in
Grabbed her face, say goodbye to your undercover friend
One between the eye, she's died, by mistake
Must've held the gat too tight, pointed at her face

Heard somebody knock -- Horse helped me hide the bodies
Heard si-rens, I guess we goin out we out like kamikazes
We surrounded, red lights flashin, who's inside?
No poetry in silence let's suffer together
I rode through the day no matter the weather
Familiarity looping backwardly
All the noise how true can I be?
I feel the cold.
I feel the rivers and the trees
The mountains and deserts, forests and valleys
Something called, deep from within
So, I took to the road
Left it all behind
Rewind
An old man sings me a song about love
On a steel post, a worker's glove
Wild horses gaze, I stop to see
A stranger's laugh makes me smile
Shelter from hail after days of hell
Reluctantly I say fare thee well
At sunset, friends share their food and drink
Memories memorialized as you pass in a blink
Through endless Missery hills I have roamed
Through mountain, canyon, desert alone
Catacomb tomb, my mind left me here
My body, broken, trembled in fear
I've seen this land for what it really is
People claim to see broken pieces
But I see broken people we're all the same
We live our lives framed by fame
With pocketed scars and subsiding dreams
With blood on our face, I can hear the screams
We ride through the day no matter the weather
No poetry in silence let's suffer together
I'm not asking for much
I'm hardly asking for anything at all
I want a break from this rushing, change that I'm touching and breaking my fall
I'm so tired of blushing and backwardly running when my name is called
Sell me something I'm sucked in like water induction to the back of my skull

Try as I might we all die in the end
You don't have to pretend
you'll be there holding my hand
Leave if you like I just can't figure this out
Too many holes in this house
there's nothing I can do now

Wish I was still a boyscout carving lines out in a shape i could trust
Instead I'm taking it all out with a single shred of doubt paranoic's rust
Oh so I said I'd bite my tongue because I know it's overdone
To say I'm better on my own
Maybe if you were still around I'd be following you down to the bottom of this hole

Try as I might we all die in the end
You don't have to pretend
you'll be there holding my hand
Leave if you like I just can't figure this out
Too many holes in this house
there's nothing I can do now
Slow it down w the alacrity
Focus on the craft, get to know the local faculty
Patient what you have to be
If you did it for the gram, or some fans
Then I think you did it backwardly
Let the porcine fly before I give it up
I impart my vibe with just a little touch
If it's 905, it's no hate
But you stay up out my lane or I'm making you migrate
No shade, leave 'em in the dust
Cause I was made for it, pretty much
Ok, giddy-up
Spurs in my flank, turn my city up
If it's a battle royale, I'm the last one down
'Cause I was made for it, pretty much
I was in the studio when you were elementary
I gotta couple old personas and they dead to me
No shade, leave 'em in the dust
Cause I was made for it, pretty much
As my habitat changes to passive ass neighbors
I got more time to contemplate
What'll make my raps famous
Tapping my metabolism, conscious of my mortality
Time is ticking on the clock
Pointless to move backwardly
Enemies were neutralized
Removed the beef out of my diet
Ran up the accolades in my bio
Blocked bad vibes like Adebayo
This whole world is biased, it's hard to get fair shake
If you ain't paying people off, it's hard to get a fair break
Criticized for what I dare say
Even though it's blatant truth
They rather buy a fantasy and entertain
Rather than slay the goose
We play the game we choose
My camouflage can never blend in
If I notice shit is one sided I rather end the friendship
Had a dirty slate, so I cleansed it
Money I spent it
With my instinct
I live it, your Instagram stories is scripted
Not authentic that's why I skipped it
They selling us a gimmick
I ain't tripping shut the fuck up
You can only learn when you listen
Disrespect is only tolerated in small doses
I'm older now but if you push the envelope
I'll have to ghost ya
It be your friends that try to use you
More than any stranger
And take avantage of ya kindness
That devilish behavior
Only takes two to disagree don't need a doctorate degree
To spot hypocrisy shit is obsolete just like monogamy
I hear the gossip, the word always gets back to me
No longer shocked cause my conscious anchored to reality
Live happily ok...
Tryina find my purpose in my life ain't worth this
I'll be earnest I aint worthless but I'll earn this
Burnin furnace all the murder vinyl turners
Turn this wordin' into earnin' some returnin's

Ballin' without sawn-off with out Wesson metalworks
Callin' twenty dollars this my office mentalworks
Told em all I thinkin' but its bad for my health
Own em all my drinkin' gone its bad for your wealth

Fallin' to the void where my boys watch it all be clear
Sears not department but I'm Dante party with my peers
Here's another toast boast about how it floats G.O.A.Ts
Bloat no fault dropped the standards in a tomb

And I'm gonna raid the mini bar in a marquee
Pay for everything I needa pay for then I'm marching
Clutching on things I don't need
Gotta get a bit of greed I drop it like I'm finally freed
But I get freed by my net fee
And I'm only what I wanna be
And I'm holy what you gotta be
And we only abouta be what we wanna be

Hittem 'em now I got the killers and dealers they all be
Draggin' me saggin' 'em pants and flesh and it meshin' with all the
Bodies resurfacing down 'em out with immersion inertia
Draggin' me backwardly with the axe they be hackin' me tackle
Bringing me back down to the wringing of cash cows
To the endlessly pensively waitin' for my own splash down
The lake is all fire but higher I wanna ascend
The writer was right but writin' me out the wrong end

He's writin' he out the long end
And I got the short hand
Cashin' in on my fallin'
Sufferin' is an old trend
Exploitin' an old friend
They thinkin' its wholesome
But it's really a told hymn
And I already told him
This the last dance like MJ
This the last straw we can take
Block all hate Dikembe
No more, No more, No More
Aye
This the last dance like MJ
This the last straw we can take
Block all hate Dikembe
No more, No more, No More
Aye
This the last dance like MJ
This the last straw we can take
Block all hate Dikembe
No more, No more, No More
This the last dance like MJ
This the last straw we can take
Block all hate Dikembe
No more, No more, No More
I can understand I'll never understand
Yeah, white boy
Clinched fist tall in the air with my brother screaming black power in the night boy
This one here for George Floyd, Sandra Bland and Eric Garner
I could list names, but there's so many, that'll probably make an album
Enough of that quiet shit
Sound of silence got me dialed in
Systematic's got you desensitized
Statistical data leave you traumatized
Prison system got a demon design
Higher chance if you not wearing the white
Some of the police is wearing all white
Rip off the hoods and I turn off the light
Aye, yeah
Hit you with the runny nose, get you used to the curfew
Then they set up loots like they plant crack in your car, then search you
Yeah
Naturally people gonna move backwardly, join in, another curfew
That's physiological perfume
Martial law in the bird food
Birth pains, that's a new world order
Hotep, lead a horse to the water
Stand with my brothers on my son on my daughter
Black lives matter, that's on my Father
Now I can't, I can't breathe
No I can't, I cant't breathe
No I can't, I can't breathe
No I can't, I can't
This the last dance like MJ
This the last straw we can take
Block all hate Dikembe
No more, No more, No More
This the last dance like MJ
This the last straw we can take
Block all hate Dikembe
No more, No more, No More
This the last dance like MJ
This the last straw we can take
Block all hate Dikembe
No more, No more, No More
This the last dance like MJ
This the last straw we can take
Block all hate Dikembe
No more, No more, No More
2x (L E) (SS) (ON) (Z) 
Chorus: Kiss Me/Kiss Me Baby/Baby Baby Kiss/Won’t You Throw Me Kiss/Love Your Kissy Kiss/Kiss Me/ Kiss Me Baby/ Throw Me/ Throw Me Kiss/Love Your Kissy Kiss/And Kiss

Verse 1: It’s all chemistry/Look at the eye/When you speaking/I put the pedal to the floor/Hear the engine screaming/The pavement gets a beating/The car is strait freaking/Leaving/Nothing but dust/So that’s what you seeing/This makes a nice evening/Something more than/Just reason/Add on/A party or two/Than we leaving/It’s about night time/And I’m  psyched/Cause behind me/Is Mommy/Plus my army/Calmly/Discharge my art/Backwardly park/Outside it’s dark/This is the place/Where it sparks/And I’m deadly/To heart/When basically/Catch thought/Catch thought/Uh

1x (L E) (SS) (ON) (Z) (Z) (Z) (Z) Yes/Un Huh
     (L E) (SS) (ON) (Z) (Z) (Z) (Z) Yes/Un Huh


Chorus: Kiss Me/Kiss Me Baby/Baby Baby Kiss/All I see is kisses/Heavy on the wrist’s/Won’t you throw me kiss/Love your kissy kiss/Call me/Kissy kiss/See me on your list/ Kiss Me/Kiss Me Baby/Baby baby Kiss/All I see is kisses/Heavy on the wrist’s/Baby baby kiss/ Won’t you throw me kiss/Love your kissy kiss/Love that kissy kiss

Verse 2: I’m so soccer/Geeze/Look at my kicks/Check’em out/A new freelance player/With goalie defense/I’m see you Peeping/Wanna live large/Like this legion/Of heavenly pretense/We all got demons/It’s all about who lets them out frequent/Start-up/Then you descend/Carry out/Wanna be friends/I see you creeping/Trying to exploit/My way of reason/But don’t know/This and that/And how I’m weaving/In and out/The cycle of life/Like I’m preaching/But not yet known/Surviving on his own/Is all/Part of my tone/Guest list for the weekend/A whole bunch of ladies and gents/All decent/Some nice champaign/for the evening/put the key in/Now we even/Believing/So start the weekend/So start it/start it/Start the weekend/(L E) (SS) (ON) (Z)

Chorus: Kiss Me/Kiss Me Baby/Baby baby Kiss/All I see is kisses/Heavy on the wrist’s/Won’t you throw me kiss/Love your kissy kiss/Call me/Kissy kiss/See me on your list/ Kiss Me/Kiss Me Baby/Baby baby Kiss/All I see is kisses/Heavy on the wrist’s/Baby baby kiss/Won’t you throw me kiss/Love your kissy kiss/Love that kissy kiss

Verse 3: So here we are/Last call/For alcohol/The bar’s getting misty/And I’m feeling tipsy/Pretty won’t you take the wheel/So we can build a Frenzy/Your names Lendsey/Introduce you to Benzie/Not quite related/So we gently/Create a episode of/Remmy mixed with henny/We finally arrive/Eyes collide/Like trains steaming/Get ready for this treatment/Some TLC/Love is heating/Re-up for this meeting/I’m Leading/    (So,/”Relieving”/)…....................
Nigga, hell no
That shit be temporarily
We drop it down and stamp on it
We going over seas and we gonna bring the Grammy here (Raizor)

Nigga, I'm forwardly walking no backwardly moving
Make it to the top and nobody can stop me
Maybe I let out my air like Aang
Maybe I hustle and hustle again

Maybe this life is so crazy not even a baby would live in it without it's pain
Or maybe they hollow in danger when they go to the studio and see my name

Being broke really silly 'cause we just lazy niggas and we feeling bored
I ain't tryna be a broke nigga, if I'm doing this then I could do more
I ain't tryna be a shooting star, when I make it up I ain't gonna fall
Being broke in this music niggas like we lions but we can't roar

Being rich, calling shots, ain't that the life that we all want?

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