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minds through Christ 
They are called to be a glitch in the system

(I know I'm not the only one there's more out there those who aren't afraid to stand

self-driven
Will he kill it? That's a lyrical given
New-School style
But the 90's is where my lyrics living
My flow is like another Earth, second nature
I'll

their voices
With them in the running, we are far from choiceless
When they're the easy choice, believe boy, they're the only ones
I trust them to hold me

Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident

Life is often spiritual
I know you feel

brudda
Just took one? Man take another
Only do voddy, not no other
Where we at? We in Paris with it
22 Carats with it
Where we at? We in AD with it
IQ like

cuz robbing the only option
But i would rob again to keep from living outta boxes
Averitt aint complaining he bumping that new Lox shit
Talking bout its

it like I packed a lip
Central PA white boy in me and I would never trip 
Cause now I want y'all ripping up your rhyme books 
Threw on Jizza's new tape

"Right..." 
(Uptown...) "Like what, like what?" (New York Sound...) 
"New York Sound, New York Sound" 
(Jersey)

Second eye too, Michael, or whatever they called you in high school
I'm used to living with a high IQ just like you! 
I don't feel like I was to you

on the prowl
Cock it to a crying out
Child now flip it down
Increased up cum pretty slugs too loud
Weed in the air passed by like a shoot cloud
We out here blue

the fact it's real is so appealing
Cross faded as fuck, don't have to feel our feelings
Surrounded by my boys and we all higher than the ceiling
They my

copped his rims and 'Big O' tires in the hood
Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the hood
Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's comin to Cali
No

Sucka Free

Afu-Ra

State of the Arts

2005

yo
Let's get it on, let's get it gully, get it ugly
East New York nigga, we get it muddy, feel this

I'm hittin' with sound, with the sound of a tre

curtains
That’s not how I’m living
Don’t make it difficult
I only kept it real
She trying to tell me I’m typical
Wrote you a bunch of letters
But still don’t

shots
Up in Time Square with Michael Che watching the ball drop
We gone raise a glass to the new year
Pour some out for the homies not here
Can’t be

the old but the new Nathan
And I heard all the noise from the girls and the boys
Talking shit on my old raps and they got a point
Now the flow's fire

my dreams welcome death
 
And in my nightmares I escape
But only to a new place
Every night is a chase
Every fight with every face
Captured my thoughts

of burden
And I'm sick and tired of being underrated
People think I'm lame just because I ain't famous
But I'm much more than a little fuck boy
Living in

Yeah woah, Cudi
Yeah
It's summer time, Cudi vibes, when my minds right, go for the goal line
Juke by the nay sayers and the two times
Leave 'em in

It All Together All Like A Tailor's House
While You Play The Clown I'm Payed In Town
Like A New Born King I'll Display The Crown
Lay It Down You Only

Welcome to the masquerade
Living like a hypocrite the mask is paid
Wanna start the conversation so you conversate
When I'm feeling Luke warm's how I

till the day I die
I can't be living like just to survive,
The fam and the crew all gotta thrive
Chrome boys chrome soliders
She say my heart getting

A brand new ap, give it off to my cousin
Its plenty to go around we eat no discussion
That bread ain't no secret get dough by the dozen
A fetish for money

field burrows will die imprisoned 
To Excell we got to quit living behind bars
The spot you had a wound is only where you find scars 
A stitch in time