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OK this is August 26th 2004 we’re gonna try
And go through this in one live take
The Complete History of the Development
Of Punk on New
York's Lower

be
Everything's pleasant
Tell em: This-th-th-this is 207

Watching the Celtics!
Pierce, final seconds, Pierce puts it up
For the win ohhhh!
Knocks it

is the only way to break a camel's antennae
All these diminished sevenths make me wanna learn ballet
Attacked mother nature just got elbowed by

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

went overboard now I'm overbooked
Ab-Soul, Luke Just, my life is like an open book
Read between the lines nigga
I did this shit legally blind nigga
Yeah,

of the world oh my queen
Your whole life you no go lack anything
I don't know if all of this is a dream
If so then hami part two wai please
Making you happy is

and do the sneaky

Part ways probably never to do it again

But I seen her ride by all cute in a Benz (all cute in a Benz)

All white truck two of ya

soft (Soft)
So come to the crib and take them clothes off (Yeaaaaahhh)
Yes ma'am
This is the part of the song
Where all the beautiful women and they best

got a call from Mama 
Auntie passed, it's raining 
Send my cousin my love I'm outside praying 
Raw papers blazing 
Humbly patient this what I live by

shovel/ got so far up their asshole/ tell me to flex a muscle/ n I’ll flex this dick so hard semen a shoot out my peehole/ the smell of pussy got my dick

retarded
Self-taught on this shit there ain't notice
Build it up because starting inside a room is the way to go
If you new and they'll stick with you we all

who’s the deadliest 
This is the first joint we wrote
Speaking of joints 
Ima hit this blunt real quick before I sing the first note. 

Fettuccine:
I’m

entree and you just fucking crust from a pizza
Who you know better reppin' this shit twenty-four/seven
Independent, runnin' a label and still out here

the "dee-vil", whippin' it like Devo
Puttin' the shit right on TiVo; Kaepernick kneelin' like Tebow
This is the product I sang and I slang got the bitches all

karta zada pr phone rakhta (Do)
One for the gang shit and second for the (Showss)
Or jab stage pe wo chade toh zamana chikhe (Woahhhhh)
Did it by my own,

still gets views
No one ever records the stuff you do
No one could name a song that is by you
I drop a hit and make another one on the next day
I'm

Making a Murderer

Black Thought

Streams of Thought, Vol. 1

2018

they can send me a few of yours
And by a few I mean way more than two
You can times that by twenty and tell 'em to come through
And watch them get

Six months in and y’all yet to hear my most impressive verses yeah
Let it play out for a bit this the part two feel the vibes
They be blocking me off

All Eyes on me
Yo you, you think it's wise to keep focusin' on what other n****s is doin' (all eyes on me)
Boy I'm so out of tune with this shit I'm

and among the haze of lights are your dark wishes and spells.
As a dangerous tree or a memory of olives is how you appear, rising and posing for me inside

where the poets is
Under some gutter, at the library, by the cafe, at the ATM
You know where the poets is
At the perfume store, in the buffet line

selling self-expression
Yeah, that's the movement above beyond the norm 
I'm ah form a revolution put the quiet to the storm
This is like my campaign,

fuck it i aint even tripping its fine
Real niggas only i promise you shorty if somebody seconds is ticking they mine
I'm making money dude im no dummy

and they never shoot
My lil niggas drive down and slam on you like they 7'2
Big steppin hit em with several then he make the news
Big tellin playin by

perished
And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish
Young when they bagged me, seven in the can is torcher
And I just did that for manslaughter
Odds