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Yeah
They said I was never gonna get this far
And I got so much more to prove
Ain't no stopping now
I'm here to build and empire
Never expected

need a whip, need a pad
I was out, then inside, what a gift from my dad
Took a hit on my pride
When my system was fried
Tell I'm lit by my eyes
I don't

undeniably
The clock is ticking. I'm sleeping on my dingy bed by-by myself this evening
I'm deprived of the life, and that's the only thought I had 'cause no

One shot for all of my woes[00:14.90]One more for my hoes and show offs[00:16.49]You standing too close[00:17.42]Two shots now you're

I'm known for the creep, no tip-toe when I creep
Blow by like a breeze
So soon as you sneeze
Your brain's purified, on to your feet

Yeah, we killers,

NIBS
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by

(Michael just sent me this chop)

Yeah
I'm from a city where niggas got two phones, no Kevin Gates
Two watches on the same wrist, the Mashobane

Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights
To your blight
Time-machine

While I'm dulled by excess
And a cynic

nerves
By the spot for a slay em, with some Tommies is in the loo
With for me to okay'em, notice when a N didn't say that
Send a shock wave through his

There’s beauty in struggle, you gave me strength and I’ll brand it
Inside the ties of my soul my silence no longer demanded
Im a product of gold no more

with a crowd full of loving
A clip full of rage if I think about busting
From minimum wage, had to start it from something
I can't wear no chains when I

tryna convince you you're on it
We're all just workers and we all just products
(We're all just workers)
We're all just workers
Tryna convince ourselves

Get it by yourself out the Mud
Drugs, gangs, product of his environment
Three hundred and sixty'd his situation, positivity-pioneer, Hussle The Great

No Time

E-Dubble

Hip-Hop is Good

happens next is tragic.
Scared to take the plunge,
So you sponge bath placid.
Embarrassed by a dream
You're not sure you can fulfill.
So you down play

the function down

Girl im just tryna take you out
But I ain't tryna make a child
So I just take the mouth
After that ain't no making out
I don't go to the fair

see, start by hitting pedestrians on the street
Next thing I hit will be some trees
You can try all you want, but there's no rescuing me
I'm trying

you're balloon deflates, 
you'll be doomed to a gloomy fate. In aftershock 
of scattered thought that matters not. Master 
locked in chatterboxes throwin'

conscience
You're Damon, Socrates called. To follow that voice is to believe that it's correct for no other reason than a feeling in the center. A tug on your

the riches it's what recess is to school kids

Bunch of walkin' suits
With no blueprint if you slip and
Drop the ball, I gon' steal like I'm Chris Paul
If you

Making a Murderer

Black Thought

Streams of Thought, Vol. 1

2018

a 5th grader you're not smarter than
Alpha & Omega you betas I march harder than
Batteries, y'all ain't included, you're not a part of it
I just took

I'll tell you what freedom is to me, no fear
I mean really, no fear

Nightmares nightmares like a motherfucker
Why, Lord?

I seen it with my own eyes

game birthed envy from homies I thought could spot me
Left the bench, pressed to the steps like the shadow of Rocky
Punching thin air with no purpose, I

arrived, he was there…. waiting
And he told me
"You were never told to be a saint,
It doesn't equate to being great,
And doing my work for heavens sake,
All

RAP COCK!
You're General Zod and I'm Lex Corp. from the alternate universe.
I killed my Superman. to save my Metropolis!




No non sense. Sublims.
If