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played on the radio
It's a no-brainer" Both
Songs are slow-burning, sensual
Ballads that seem slightly at odds with
Meek's traditionally louder, brasher

versus Jackie Burk
Bobbing and weaving, an invisible line

So step for step and both light on our feet
We'll travel many along dim silent street

Would you

Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music

With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level

Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York

I was

attack
Just a dream with no end in sight
Waking up to evening
Now it seems I live this rotten life
Spoiled rotten life, frozen hair with burning hands

ideology
What am I doing
Million dollar fuckin question
What am I pursuing
But by this time this life is over
Hope to have an answer
I'm starting something

da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da
Tell 'em it's beautiful music

Word, you ain't heard the Pharcyde?
Burning disks for them high

Reminded of torment, begin

This is my lifestyle
What I find worthwhile my friend
Burning at both ends
Live for the weekends again, again

The treasures in

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

T you end up in the harbour
Inevitably, I'm one of the better MCs
Tentatively they stepping to me
Separated by at least seven degrees
Heaven decrees I got

to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do

to the brothers

Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane. 

By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They

my foot, revolted in pain. A small blister would be the preamble for an aching pain. In my heel, it would give rise to a burning sensation in both

science
That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'
You die

A glimpse in time
From a photograph faded
Boyhood dreams discovered
Look it I made it
Along the way
Becoming crooked and hated
For my music
Was maybe

Both complimented by repeating rhythmic funk
Traveling speeds at well over a hundred miles an hour
But then again, it couldn't have been much more over

and concluded that there's a spectrum
On both ends are keys to doors you never expected
Who's gonna sign the lease
Or release you from who's elected
What's gonna

I aint gotta rest no more 
I know Its kinda hard for me to humble 
The anger inside of me burning inferno 
Wait 
Damn It Im a loose it when I come

“What the f*** is that?”
Cause every time I call it quits
I end up coming back
And just to prove  and tell y’all fools
You ain’t killin’ s***
I’ll show

Burning away
Turning a page
Til you turn to an end
Hollow and numb
A living hell
In this horrible ruck
You feel that pain burn your chest
Like your

Let me put on my body
Feel every cell
Catch every part of my soul

Life is music
Don't you see the rhythm?
Love is a symphony
Going up and down
But

to be admitted
‘cause it’s all codes in the end, yo
Then the cop that put you in there is acquitted
Nah, bro, that’s a big “No”
Even after they admitted

energy
Within the space
In which you were going to work
For this reason
He had designed his easel
So that it could safely hold a candle
Burning at both

up I still wouldn't offer a discount, 
I respect burning my candles on both ends
The devil makes work for idle hands, 
So, 
I've been working on all my