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8 bars
At a time freestyling on the bus
Home how can I describe how it felt
To have love shown by the
Rappers who my Gods after I had tracked
Them

I was getting coughed for; for 3 years straight I speak on this for Glauica who didn't know about her fate or mine or how it's tied I said hello

the price you pay to deliver hope
No need to fix it if it isn't broke
I don't even miss it or wish that you were still my bro
None these clowns loyal, kissin'

around you
They just mostly keep to
Them fucking self and
Worry about causing the least amount of
Trouble before it's time to get
Off eh, nah man,

password for 2020

It's 2021
And I'm still behind
On lip-service payments

But
That's by the by
I'm still haunted by

Some recent exhibitionism
A case study

stepper set bet
I get electric vexed, when life is hectic flex
Lift an extra muscle then grab my hustle until I know it’s nothing left
Got the intellect

Remember Number FOUR
Aye, FOUR
He started pushing weight, walked out the gym, now he looking buff
I don't give two FUCKS about that nigga, still gone

trappers knew my number off by heart
And rest in peace to Virgil, I still Off-White hard
When you grind how I grind, it's a matter of time, it's not by

me and I’ll supply,
And I’ll make sure it applies,
And then I’ll move on so I still got time,
Sometimes I wish I could shine so bright,
I wish but it

the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright

But I'm in my feelin's about this shit (oh, oh, yeah, yeah)
But I had to set the fuckin' record straight, so (yeah, yeah)

I admit it, admit it (I

Kronologik

Cypress Hill

Stoned Raiders

2001

on records was the whole plan
So we put out The Phuncky Feel, but you were feelin' Kill A Man (Kill A Man)
That was about the time we was openin' up for

in angst still ask for more

We we we
We have the wildest parties
Fake as fuck showing off our gold door knobs
Laugh it up about how many peasants died

Say goodbye to all you know
Take control, take control
Take some time to let it grow
Let it grow, let it grow

I'm about to put the pressure

Growing Up (Sloane's Song)

Ryan Lewis

This Unruly Mess I've Made

2016

And watch you show the world how to do it on your own
I'm still tryna figure out who I am
I don't wanna mess this up or do this wrong
I'm gonna be there

graduate you never graduate from the yard
Freshmen seniors alumni they still come back
And if you survive that you are yard legend 

About to get more lit

The silence isn't over, but the Flesh decrepitate
No time to hesitate, anticipation, much to be done
And it don't matter when you come
Really don't

like I'm Michael Myers

My vibe electric, still a boom you Like an amplifier
The clip electric, I might set the Highest multiplier
I can't retire, voices

(yeah)
Now it's time to say goodbye to me (yeah)
Say goodbye to me
Say goodbye to me
Yeah

Never talked shit about you on the internet
Never talked shit ab

of a time
We had a blast in the past
But she wasn't mine
I'll still try once in a while to see if it's time
And if it isn't, all is well
I'm keepin' it fine

of a time
We had a blast in the past
But she wasn't mine
I'll still try once in a while to see if it's time
And if it isn't, all is well
I'm keepin' it fine

the population happy with improved technology
And so on I saw it isn't really money we like
But the things our money has bought and why
Because it makes life

can still bleed, they cannot see
Something is one step ahead of me
Terror is growing closer
It isn't safe, sir
It happens right here
Read all about it

the jungle, I'm from the land of the brave
Souls in the sea, I rode in the deep, now we're the wave
Yo, Dave man, I still remember conversations
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