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but
I can’t hear
A heart beat of your presence
Come to find out you ain’t here
I’m numb to it all
I got about like 28 missed calls
From someone I can’t

lead
To the beginning of something bigger that'll outlive me
I came to figure out in life that it's 'bout how you peep
Like you need 20 years experience

truly over came
I inhale disdain as I walk forward like Bane
Still haunted by the potential that so many saw
That I never lived up to, I can show you

Could someone tell me who this is all for
and why I’m on the mirrors edge running on walls for?
20 biddies, one of Vizzy, this sh-t is uncalled for

Hystschool

Culture VI

Elite

2004

intellectuallization
A clean logic with exceptional ways
To meddle to with rage and hatred
Like mixin chemicals in beakers that I aim away to blow in someone else's

buck a boy in a backstreet
Eyes on her chest she ain't wearing no fendi
You Know I got flows for ur dome got plenty
Not even twenty
I'm past all

ain't shit to me if you ain't real
I'm from the burb side
Whippin' and swerve by
20/20 vision up in my third eye
Got it mapped out with a X on it like

along gotta check Epsilon
Then I come back the same thing happens
Two people bathtub sounds of stabbin'
It sounds like someone's getting murdered in

know I will try
Oh
Messages of love are met with hate
Like Mandela, Lincoln, MLK
(We) need another martyr, makes the world a better place
I just hope for

where I'm headed
I'm a little goated
But in my defense
I'm just pretending
I'm like if Joe Rogan
Wound up homeless
And was less impressive

If you know

Designed for divine ears
For the wise peers that treat it like fine wine after the glass cheers
Look
Fifth march two thousand twenty one
It's so

to kill someone right
So words
A Walk away
Or fists
Ain’t even near all your rights
The bullied got the power
Trauma manifested
We don’t listen
Now you

I be bout don’t need someone to vouch for me,
If you aint got like twenty on ya don’t open your mouth to me,
Them niggas really took brother from me

Like yeah yeah...
Like mhmm hmm...
Mhmm hmm...
I want, want you
To just tell me the truth
I don’t care if it’s hard
Already broke my heart
I don’t

what it's like to wake up remembering what you dreamt
And trying to grab onto it, you know
Or being half lucid with a piece of a song in your head you

when ya ain’t got it
Be ya body guard
When someone be scouting
Cause I’ll die for you
Just like I ride for you
Ain’t no monsters kid cause I’m wit u
I’ll

Flex

Futuristic

As Seen on the Internet

2016

on me, I hope that you step in dog shit!
My flow is tight and your girl is loose like Rick Ross' skin
You can have her back, I'm flexing on 'em Crossfit

just fine in case you're mistaken
But if I don't like that, I don't like that
Grew up on big yout and Gregory Isaacs
No suprise that, revolution on my

and you’re making me sweat
Noticing the fake shit all over IG
It gets to me, like when I don’t achieve
Red and blue, we all deceive
But the truth is that we

upper body loving like the hiccups make a play for 20 p's before I even get up on my mama

Chorus - yeah , we go big with this $$$ we don't play around

what I thinks gonn Happen
When I get to Brooklyn 
I told her you birthed on the 30th 
I could be there by the 20th day of the month 
At the earliest

cheat
I ain't got no heart
I've been rich since twenty three
You gotta slow start
Did this shit with only me
You ain't have no part
All my money now is

she like the Zouk cuisine
That's just how it go when you got some dough
Panties hit the floor like dominoes
My lyrics like the pole, the shots is

[chorus]

[kon artis]
You studies wanna job like assets
Rough is ready to start teaching niggas
In ass whippin' classes
Breaking glasses
Damage crews by