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feeling,
I am hurting but I'm healing
Reasserting that I'm dealing
Fucking skirt my combat ceiling
Writing poetry
I know you'll notice me
I know you moved

Datamine and datamine and download and download the end
The end, the end, the end

And I'm a fruit bat
Unable to combat with that
The ceiling comes closer

combat

And I be killing it
When I be in it I'm feeling it
Copy the flow
Sloppy the Joe
Gettin it up in the ceiling it
Doesn't appear that I'm ever gone

All the young kids learn to dance in the combat zone
Never dared to take a chance
Goin' home alone

But it gets so very cold
When it's late at night

rather lose the floor beneath me than the walls which close me in
But when the ceiling falls, I'll have to do it all over again
A late night, followed by

Verse 1 (Sway Dasafo)
Yeah 
I'm tryna shoot for the stars
And so I aim through the ceiling 
And get up
Yeah 
But sometimes it's kinda like 
Jupitar

All the young kids learn to dance in the combat zone
Never dared to take a chance
Goin home alone

But it gets so fucky cold
When its late at night

Yeah, uh-huh, No Ceilings 2

Yeah, get a plastic bag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
Throw it over his head, make him gag
You flashed all night

Hmm, uh, uh she gave me a paragraph, uh
I'm like "I already heard that", uh
But she don't care to hear that, uh, yeah
So I avoid the combat, uh, yeah

Mural

Lupe Fiasco

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking without the match feeling?
As buried living and cherry picking
Every linen from your berry system
Then proceed

the rose aura
Dual wield psalms, like arms
My
Arms, like Guanyin
Hundred-type, ascending
In combat, my alms, be, Samurai Jack, just
Jacking for beats, I

planet

I been there I done that i been in lotta combats
And am always known for making impossible comebacks
Tell it to your mama your pops even your

I been there I done that i been in lotta combats
And am always known for making impossible comebacks
Tell it to your mama your pops even your comrad

rock, rock, rock
Slide, slide
Jump to the ceiling, putting my hands to the sky, sky
Tsavah step, Tsavah step
Arms up high, now slide to the left
Bass too

Kites

N.E.R.D.

No One Ever Really Dies

2017

Call up the brother one time! (Ay, oh-ay, ay-ay-ah)
Woo!

Ay, location device
Ay, elevation like
Ay, we with ceiling lights
Ay, sipping from

up the people
Devil want my soul, gotta combat the evils

This that feeling... like when you get that money we stack straight to the ceiling hold up

Nightclub

Birdman

Pricele$$ [Deluxe Edition]

2009

To the ceiling with it
Jumpin' out the pearl white
Long jet maybach

Fresh
New pearl on the diamond cluster
More money and we shinin' like a ma'fucker
Come

say that shit again 
no ceiling fan but we gone spin like we had missed a man
 hit his block again 
ah hunnit shots he think its open gym tupac above

the one who never ever stared at ceiling
All I tried to do was find the way to best living
Not everyone gets everything on a silver platter
Live to live

I'm out of choices
Got a feeling and I can't ignore it
They ask me what you meaning
Listen up
I been fucking scheming
My mental at the ceiling
If you

want combat
When it's back door season you won't see us yeah at the doormat
This is certified hood classic
Like I don't want to be real no more
This shit

feeling
I guess that's just how I'm feelin
Now me gotta kill em but
Me not a villain
If it's up we can meet by the ceiling
Not a hunnid and he not

get gritty
Roll with us you know it's bound to get litty
Tell em pour a round of Henny make the bottom hit the ceiling
Started from the bottom now it's

of anxiety
Has filled every social capacity
Every limits settled, living in a capped ceiling
But some clearer vision has me seeing a cracked ceiling
Cold