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by the same code
Hide they emotions with words knowing they face don't
Disguising who they are like undercovers in plain clothes
Nice wit the word play

of lessons
Album been done but I couldn't shake the feelin some missing
My goals getting closer I can see them in the distance
Hope
Still Hoping nigga
Hope

Confused and I'm lost
Dazing off and the days gon' cost me
Losing the bonds, and I'm beating a dead horse
Album is still out now, go and cop
Drop

eyes
So we can just stay kids don't go checking the time
Yeah we can play hide and seek as long as you don't find
That in my twenty's i'm still useless

see them in public, they be silent as shit
These niggas be weird, they don't like me and shit
But listen to my music, literally buying that shit

them hop in an album that's no skips
Dead or alive, they talk of their top five
I'm trying to be in that number like the saints marching in
Been

of Rocafella and G funk
Writing crack and distributing niggas wait for the reup
The regulating renegade
I play the black album while she listens to lemonade

it on the beat play it back and it's fire
For my debut needed something divine
I'm a virtuoso
Look it up, by definition then I guess so
Track's about

wagosi WA kaya
Album tunauza wenyewe wadosi wabaya
Mtaa kwa mtaa WA kush tunafosii Ile Mbayaaaah!
Sina mikwara ya mandonga ukibugi nnavunja taya
Niko solo

Artist: Big Ham
Song Title: That Trill Shit
Album: Love Of Hip Hop & Hustle Vol 2
Typed By aaron.hamilton08@yahoo.com

Intro: (Big Ham)
Intro:  yeah

to spray these shots back; My drizzy drake type flow will make you drop back, when I   spit fire, I desire that you caught that (he got them views!)

I ain't

decided by fat thumbs
I hope I don't lose
They'll play that same sad song they've used for 13 years
And I'm manic, panicked
I need to get through
The faces

Artist: Big Ham
Song Title: That Trill Shit
Album: Love Of Hip Hop & Hustle Vol 2
Typed By aaron.hamilton08@yahoo.com

Intro: (Big Ham)
Intro:  yeah

It's raining but no umbrellas is covering fellas
This my reign
When the times get grim we the reaper
When it come to rap albums, this here the Mona Lisa

Krainpaper by the bundles
Taking chances keep my head
Above water down bad for a long Time consolidating all my quarters Marinating is the Thought

Niggas in the city were it's beef
Drop a album for the whole youth niggas know it's real
Member going to the food stamps office with my pops that

remember when I've seen them

'Cause the days they bleed
Making months out of weeks
Took me long before I noticed
That we're back in the place
Where you

super lit
But they not gonna play
And I'm purging in this bitch
Catching bodies all day
Catching Brodies all day

Y yo Staz let me get this part right

sitting on the unicorn
Never bring your monkey business to this kingdom
Monkeys play by size, all my gorillas in the back ain't nobody fucking with this

to put my shit in point five just hear the way I deliver
They call me ass but play this shit right now I bet they reconsider
They call them self a thug but

zig while I zag
Niggas try to hate on me like I'm trash
You must be confused like I’m dressed in drag
Put them in a coffin sick I got 'em coughing
You

Don't need the bling or the swaggage (No)
To kick you straight outta Scranton (Woo)
You're making cash with your albums
But the paper we make, we planted

and had me fighting the urge
Fundamental parts of human nature
I might be able to put in my music later
Co-producing an album you didn't even know that you

(The intro should be me typing thank you to anyone who bought my album or supported my music)

First things first, I'm sorry that I'm late
Tried