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Never no need for a time machine
Hated by many, that's only because
I want more from my life than a 9-5
I don't wanna get paid hourly
Look

partial to the art you made
Twenty years ago, you need to re-spark the flame
Should've skipped the Encore and walked off the stage
We don't want more trash,

Midus Minds
Gold plated cranium tackle beats like a Fighting Irish Designed to handle mics better than AI
That Art Official Intelligence
You're artificial

the remix
I go by the name of Sacario

[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon

obsessive about your notes Because your writing is pretty awesome and I respect that in so many ways and I'm so awed by it and people don't understand that

intercourse, yes of course rap is my only child 
I've been rapping for some years I kept my style so undefiled

Took me time to craft my art, A solid heart
In

a nice lil' beat, I can bounce on
Gotta listen to your album with the sound off
I just hit a flip, gotta pound off
Gotta stay the fuck from around y'all

was shaken not stirred, shout out James Bond
Let me explain
I wasn't working on the album
I was fighting for my life
I know Jesus paid a ransom
But I

cries to Odin
Caged by the homies now declared as opponents
The enemies are closest friend to foe Judas motives
Because we once traded stories like Tommy

s6otti and me and Hayden
We'll make it, past the 27 years, I got money, I got cash, I'm not spending it on beers
I'm out here making art, I'm out here

And he taught me to learn how
Six years, and I learned it
Now the kid's flow perfect
Got so many clowns in my town
The city is starting to feel like

sometimes
Get lost, my mind sometimes

This is Art Music, album of the fucking year

So I’ve been writing for years
Still haven’t conquered my fears
I still grab all the beers
And when I’m rapping they sneer
My support disappears

proof cars
Almost died tryna make it out yeah, them suicide doors

Been locked in for like 23 years, feel like going 23 more
I feel like jordan cus i been

fighting demons, I ain't religious
It just gives me something to believe in
I can't remember the last time I took a call from God
Cause nowadays I screen em,

long it's been
A year ago and we back at it again
Here we go
Back at it
Just starting
Y'all don't even know
14
I'm back at it (Back)
Holding on to my

y'all knew if from the start 
Painted masterpieces then someone forged all our art 
Naw the saddest part is being sold by your own team
Skinfolk not

was in love back then now I’m done jeez 
Album art for this part done by niece 
Little black dress oh she wanna tease 

New Year’s Eve im headed to sin

he decided

Vision impaired
By the tears
As I'm writing
In a few years
We did what some
Won't ever do in life
On stage let's be honest
Never were

album
I'm not here you know why

Tell ya so mi say
Too many suffering too many tears
To see a youth die and mi know him for years
When me look around

to a prison cell
Dirty bastards in your clientele, fuck what you're tryna sell
Art is in my faith, don't need no stat to see my worth
No fucking numbers

tried me and died fighting
It's unfortunate, yeah, but ayy, my nigga, that's life here
I'm finna blast off, buzz lightyear
And go straight through

and they do no wrong
Nothing but respect for St Albans
I will never forget in the year 2010
I saw the pope drive up Holywell Hill
Walk into town I see

Stack it up, two years of practice in the bag
In the past i've had, complete solitude, but no more my passion
Came and blew away the sand from my