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Dealing with the pain but my soul tired
So high Nigga I been so High recording in the studio and smoking till my lungs tired
I want that Rollie to be wet up

(Yeah)
It's recording?
(I told Sha, I said "This one feel a lil different, this feel like real life")
It's just me again ("Back off of Emerson Drive,

been overseas
I been taking flights
Late nights in the studio I paid the price
Lost my wife felt like I lost my life
Hope you got a queen hope she

fuck L's
Doing eighty fuck twelve
Locked down and I'm recording like Jail
Fuck a handout
Bet on yourself
Deep in my soul
It's burning nigga
I ain't

care about they spirit
They sell they soul like it’s out on clearance
But they don’t wanna hear it
I feel responsible
So I open up on these tracks and I

it’s yo time to glow I put that on my soul
I wanna be there to applaud you
Look where you at now from all the shit you been through
I tilt my hat to you

for payroll
I'll do anything to sell my soul

Labels, where do I get sign?
Empire, Def Jam, please let me shine
Republic, Atlantic, let me take you out

Living legend living proof
God's prophecy living true
Recording myself in the booth
Need me a queen straight from the boot
She trill thick as fuck elevated

our numbers
Avoid these traps to steal your soul they stole our style from us
Ooh
Mama told me watch your back these boys is wild hunters
Ooh
Separate

You'll Rock

LL Cool J

Radio

1985

a'nating all
Like brown with dimples and I'm six-feet tall
And promoter of recordings that I call my own
And I'll love to take one of you ladies home

had it
One more try
Or I might dive Atlantic
Quit gassin', you damaged
Misery loves me you jealous
On the real wanna fly like Aladdin
You a jewel in my

I write these verses in bulk
Spit 'em over the mic, they running up the results
Temperature getting cold, it's pouring outta my soul
Forgetting all

This is that 6 in the morning
Boy still recording
Boy so exhausted
But boy does he want it
Soon as I let God in
Seemed to find my calling
Call it

to square one with all you been through
No can do, the only path is forward
On the other side's where you transform, or so they say
You don't need a queen

never ran from smoke
Got her out in the Atlantic let her drive the boat
Know you haters want to be me a lotta yaul been sleep
I put diamonds in my cubans

She is my queen
I'd sell my soul for money
To buy her anything
I'd buy her anything
Even a wedding ring
She is the tempo playing
I am the tambourine
She

goes ripp and records over
Music evoke any soldier
Sell ya soul
For that truth potion
I wished that I could be yours
And then that thought
Went

skinned with a vision ain't a thang I lack
All eyes on me, all eyes on me
I done seen kings and queens fold
I done seen big fish, turn to rats, told
Good

Jesus walked on water, Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade
Caesar Borgia crucified on the churches' stained window glass
Chalice runneth over, my cup runneth

Early

Boots

Run the Jewels 2

2014

It be feelin' like the life that I'm livin', man, I don't control
Like every day I'm in a fight for my soul
Could it be that my medicine's

up, get ya bands up
Niggas sell they fuckin' soul just
To get they fans up
Had to sit a nigga down just
So I could stand up
Had to put a man down before

Jane Fonda

Mickey Avalon

Mickey Avalon

2006

I had a baby named Jane
She could shake that thing
Said her Daddy used to hang
With Johnny Coltrane
She sang a soul train
With her friend named

Pangaea

Visionaries

Pangaea

through the labyrinth halls past the cell walls
I recall a 200,000 dream of an African Queen passing her genes
to all of our mothers silver spoons

It be feelin' like the life that I'm livin' man out of control
Every day I'm in a fight for the soul
Could it be that my medicine's the evidence
For