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a break

Hey, hey sweetheart, bring me a glass, will ya?
Not a cup, a glass, rhymes with class, ya understand?
Come on, smarten up
It's alright, it's

life
You know i don't mean to complain
But what will i ever own
My existence feels like time money
And buying fucking clothes
Put me out of my misery
But

just subdued by a false truth with toxic roots.

Kill and em when we die don't even ask me why I'm gonna stand beside you know that is the price I would

a clean record
Gave him the lane to go from street coke
To the good life of the champagne it's
Also a play on how he
Makes money off records, his albums
Are

take him as he is

43 albums, as much as Neil Young
With wonderful songs on everyone
A lifetime of work
A soundtrack of life
And never afraid to write

halftime I like to bring in the bands
My life's a dream I'm the man
When I go to sleep I dream it again
Gotta a feelin Jetta scheming again
It's a different

A hardcore poetic informed without burglary
Potent and shook the shit out of rappers who just learned of me

Everytime I prescribe a new pill, revolution

virtually, Look
I spit a verse that will earth your whole catalog
I see the bull through the cape I’m a matador
I bring the Youngins to attention call me

unable to stop
A dark version of John Wayne
With the eight wheels of Jesse James
Giving out dome shots to the brain
And fucking they life up like cocaine

Blink your eyes open
Begin to bring movement back into your body
By giving yourself a love shake
Whatever that means to you
Give yourself gratitude for

Illest in the game, GED with the flame (Q)

First off, let me get this shit cleared
Any nigga talk, prolly get his shit smeared
Back in the trunk, next

That's just something I won't do
Why you waiting on the side lines
Go and bring it back
Got me in the right vibe
See you holding back
You don't gotta

of kindness,
Can change a life today,
With your love and your light,
You show us the way.
In your caring heart,
I've found the strength to be,
A better version

of my life
Innovative, ain't the type for waiting
Gravitating, I can't be tanking
Tell me who helped me up, I'm blanking
I'm the type of man bring home

made us meet
But tore us apart by cancelling out
cnd I was dumb enough to leave
cnd I burnt you down in an instant
But you drowned me out in the long-run

Accompanied by your space

See it’s beautiful it is
The debate of what’s hid
And What isn’t
You’re welcoming soul
Brings river valleys of joy
Feeling silly

Open Mic Night [Remix]

The High & Mighty

Home Field Advantage

1999

invitin' me to rhyme" 
"The open mic...the open mic...at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme" 
"Open m-mic, I bring out that box to the shit." 
"At

rawness flawlessly
Cause I'm boundless due to some crisis that happens in me Osiris coming back to life with the help from Isis 
No terrorist a kamikaze

There is no change
But a different version
 
If you dont like it
Then just stay away
Ive been in this field for years
Working every day
I live my own life

For remainder of my life
No I don't wanna debate it
Take a second contemplate it 

You turned me to the version of myself I couldn't find
He was hiding

You said that you don't need nobody's help
You said that you just wanna be by yourself
Talk to me, I'm the dust on the shelf
And I need you in my life
I

Bring a friend, stay the night
Switching up at midnight
Wish a nigga would try
Can't touch this, my guy
(Woah, aye, sipping that liquid gold)
(Woah,

the possibility of being a morally virtuous person
And you regard yourself as a value worth preserving. 
Let me bring it down from Kant a little bit to a bromide

You at the same time
But this the life of the T'cha
And he's still gon' reach ya
This for the hood, rise up y'all

Why y'all keep shittin on me