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Out of tune is the choir
Feeling like a man on fire
No one knows I'm an innocent man
Foreign in my own homeland
Hearsay and speculation
Point

This that-this that Nino Valdez with a little less bread, no tattoos on my head
No nah, no this that-this that Zaid before the dreads
I thank

But fuck it n***** let’s go ball let’s go risk it all 
I know I’m gone get up on my feet if I Ever fall 
Do it by myself cus they’ll act like they Never

Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by

Planet to Mars to the hitters in cars,
You Google me I'm spitting to the spitters and stars.
I'm worser than Sars alien are my bars,
Have you loosing

the salty sea 
Answers to my prayers washing over me taking all the dirt 
All the little bitty hurt 
All the things that I hold 
That are trying to be free

come with large packs
I piss tunes and fart tracks
My art-I guard that. Give an inch I need a yard back
Litte hard but more sharp than dart stabs
I wanna

soon
Oftentimes shes crossed my mind like an old familiar tune
But it's so cold that nothing grows but a flower yet to bloom

My Side of the Story

June

If You Speak Any Faster [Bonus DVD]

2005

sit in your apartment as I bide my time.
You won't have to think about me now.
So just start to tune me out. It will make you think you're all alone.

looking at that good night text
Oh girl I got you on my mind
All night I want you by my side
When I'm with you you take me to heaven, girl, and no one can

The way the light glistens off my ice
Make it sing like Sunday services
And Queen B types
Make me wanna be the one to cuff em
And get flexi
The new Hova by

in tune with the fine arts 
your end is where I start
my sermon on a soapbox 
kicking all the latest, 
shit you should've heard, but didn't 
and god

I watched the game as it developed with my ear to the streets
I see too many famous artists with careers on a leash
Said let me back, cause he who

accessory
You tell me one cunt
That match this energy
Out on road got my career in jeopardy
I'll still be bangin out tunes when im elderly
They say I rap

to tune in, feel like my mind in a blender
All them lies be sounding goofy, once you slow it down and listen
This ain't no regular piff, this shit cost me

of residuals
Clean record but how I spit it is criminal
Murder my instrumentals in ways that are unconventional
Spreading unearthly messages
Through psychedelic

me to ruin, yeah
Skyhigh off the air in the room she was in
Impaired by the fumes I don't care that I'm losing my head
Suffocated I ain't very in tune

me guess, you was snoozin', now you tryna reassess
It's only natural they sleep when you lay beats to rest
I play they little tunes, and I ain't amused

point, it happens at noon
You hear the vocal! Yo, I'm smackin' this tune

I keep my samples up in a file folder
I 'ccumulate cash at a fast rate, and they

Who says I can't be jealous if you ain't my lover
I'm haunted by my hindsight,
Words I never said cuz I just couldn't get the time right
cbout to blow

freestyled a little in school to match words
Do they really want rap in a room full of nerds?
So I.. Spit a rhyme that was more to my style
Programming,

And I'll ride by your side on any hill you flow
Location of adventure infinite
I'll be your Hobbes
Know my love for you is real it isn't a mirage
Pieces

right
Few nights on chilling out the back vibes
Set with some music we kept with the tunes with
A little rum and coke great weed and we'd chat like
We

This That

8Ball

Life's Quest

2012

down, it's your boy, one and only Real McCoy
Really was on my way out, start to give you a little more! 
Dope rap, shout it up, smoke it up, pour it up