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hey)

(Hey, hey, hey)

(Hey, hey, hey)

Two-face
I'm so fucking two-faced
Tell me that I'm too fake
You love me on a Monday and you hate me by

Why Wouldn't I

Fabolous

The Desert Storm Mixtape: DJ Envy - Blok Party, Vol. 1

2003

to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble

used to there every minute every hour when you want me to
Now I think it over sitting in the shower for a day or two
And by the time I find I’ve been

Meet me by the bar
Don't say this enough
But I need you
Might take a couple more drinks to say what I want
But I need to
Know it's been a minute
But

Albuquerque

Weird Al Yankovic

Running with Scissors

1999

hate sauerkraut

That's all I'm really tryin' to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandary

Guns and Cigarettes

Atmosphere

Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EPs

2000

Remove the blood clot from the brain of hip hop
The name remains in tip-top shape
I'm still the back rapper scapegoat in the aim of their hate
I came in

Onemosphere

Atmosphere

God Loves Ugly

2002

to hate harvest, started at a trick up it's sleave
Not fucking with the jones'es, I guess that I been jones'en so much
nothing gets noticed but the mess

be intense
Some friends at the margin
Making summer streams harden
All these bulls shitting
Trying to milk me by the carton
But, uh, excuse me sir, I

slowly grew leaden)
Lusting for harvest (It cracked and bled within) 
Not knowing to sow (And outward it wept)

I despise and cry (My wing was bent by

don’t bargain
Yes I’m happy I’m out the darkness
Now I’m grown up just like a garden
It’s my season, it’s time to harvest
All of my goals, hitting my

mind
Yet my actions saying that I want it
It's been six years in one spot
Harvest is over, no proceeding (Pro seed in)
Should I wait for the next season

grace
With a shield I paper chase
A helmet created by the BasedGod himself
My harvest is the rappers
Put the food on the shelf
Everybody want to say that

insinuate 
Like that insecure friend full of hate
Doesn't matter where you at, time doesn't wait  
So part two is betting on your own fate

cs part one was

to always be a giver
All those name tattooed faces
Erased by cold spaces
Unknowingly
Controlled Opps get copy and pasted
Like, more than half our neighborhood

He might get bucked

Is we marked for death? maybe marked for life
Cut by the gem star, razor tight, try to avoid that
Get this money up, live right,

dont want my next interlude
To be you in an interview
Trying to explain how you 
Got murdered in the booth
By an old nigga
A cold nigga at that
Two outs

All this talent with no heart , can’t be this weak  ., what’s ur definition of doing it by any means , thank god my mama wasn’t a crack fein , or had

and eXtra hands
To keep the stands from caving in
That's the mission man
Script them lyrics just to lift the fam
I think I stan too much
Two months have flown

a woman who is equally yoked
I love God, Jesus who I follow
Believe in the rapture, it's a hard truth to swallow
Me Christian, are you Catholic, like I know

Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat
Over the ropes, choke, no hope
Just toke like a chief does
I been dealing with these childish angry

of my babies
Wasn't ready to be a father, oh God, I pray you don't hate me
Words cannot express the deep depression that I've been feeling lately

Started

If I eat myself will there be two of me
And If I fall to pieces will I be scattered on the sea
There is a yellow idol stood naked in New York
Here

Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who

soul and my rib by side
Que sera sera no hablo ma ma das yea tell them This is real
Hey wait a minute you know that they hate
Because they hate for