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Got this all done at 17
And my prime will be til I hit 50
Overthinking kills and it's not for me
I got so many dreams, I go back to sleep
This feeling

crazy
But then again you still my baby
I'm really done man I'm gone
You know I'll be back in the morn
You stuck in my head like a song
The love that I got

XL
And be ready for that cough
When you exhale
I got the visine in my hand
Gimme 3 drops
Then my mouth feel like
I chewed a couple cotton swabs
She

No time to wait I stay up late
Trying to chase down my fate
You won't know just by looking
But I'm the one to get your chain tooken
If I'm knocking

who want the title, it's vital to know
I'm a combination of all my idols and some killers
Pay ya dividend or get visited by them niggas
Spray it if it's

Judgment Night

Biohazard

15 Years of Videos History and Violence

2008

a scrambler 
Now I'm grand to her, shorty back might damage her 
Who's this here, state my facts, and react 
And saturate brains with a plate of hot wax

time for the lime gimme mine! 
The way that my design align Operator's prime
Which means that I'm the only thing by which I can divide 
And can't nobody

you done playing those games
I need you all the time all day

She want the red botttoms olay
Feel like the juice man oj
Gimme the butterflies okay
Im

dick sucked
Now I promise bout trapping, getting my dick sucked
A lil more class though
Back road, back door
On road, two phones
Kash my financial

fwm bitches wouldn’t gimme the digits 
Got off my ass & I started moving different 
Got a mask & my cousin gave me a mission 

No love for the wave even

Told em I ain't going, but niggas slow as molasses
Usain bolt, I'm the fastest
Take no pit stops, get ratchet
Hated on by racist
I show my ass in

This your back side
Wan make man run am
She say
Ama stay
By your side at the beach side
She might commit suicide
If I ain't by her side
Baby girl make

We don't back down. 
When we laid this track down, then you get a capped gown. 

Ladies, if ya'll are foxy, stay by the door. 
We might need your fine

Makeshift Patriot

Sage Francis

Punk-O-Rama, Vol. 8

2003

myself...Via live telecast. 

Coming live from my own funeral...the beautiful weather offered a nice shine, 
Which is suitable for a full view of a forever

The words I'm laying 
When the ink dries need zeros up on my statements 
I was laying on my back in the sun, brighter days what I'm on
And I know I'm the one.

a bitch
That's for any roadblocks
Although my bars are so hot
These rhymes don't overflow crops
I'll just have to grow stock
By the value of my dope floss

Fucking losing my marbles
Ma beat me mancala
Don't got brains no more
Think it's shot for the met gala
All of the lights have me seizing
Ye gimme power,

philosophy
Uh, my philosophy
Blessed
By the stripes upon my back I earned
I might've listened but not necessarily learned
To be a prophet means to have

need, I want more bread
Dell status got me unwise
Spendin' dime like a wise man
Pray to God it's a good plan
Beamin' out to my Skyline
Coppin' shirt with

day
I drown, bow down to the king
Gimme that ka-ching
You a wing man
I'm a king pin

Step back
Where do you think you are going?
I'm controlling

bopped off, by the chicken head
No I'm not, but I spent years, being sad and depressed
So for now, I'm back on my shit!

Shorty hit my line, like I'm

Left me for dead back in my past
Resurrect like the Phoenix from my ashes 
Disappeared now I'm back poof like magic 
Dig me up but it's empty in my

The Dope House Mind

South Park Mexican

The Last Chair Violinist

2008

we was hungry Mom would say "Get the fishin poles"
Really thou back when I sported chilli bowls
And used to dream about rappin on Jenny Jones
My city

Sitting in roka know that my aurar different
Asking what do I do
Live In t house two feet in
Been bringing it back babe
What about you
I did It