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tailed by the feds again
They got me under close watch like Arizona Mexicans
Yeah I'm doing dirt if the police in the city can
No ID in the drivers seat

ride on who got the look
I could care less about the look
I'm tryna fill the book
I'm tryna cash the check
I'm tryna get what's next
Don't scream I'm

Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won

Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,

sat with Cassius across from Liston
A Marcus Garvey with a heartless army
Malcolm by the curtains, you a carbon copy
Undisturbin', hard to stop me

on her tits
Solid gold pussy and a diamond on her clit
Smoking on a Marley with a Barbie in a Rari
Bran off the Molly dabbing diamonds at the party
Johnny

real
Money talk thats a podcast
Say things you going to walk back
Johnny Cash dressed in all black
Ain't a kickback I just sit back
Count three stacks

hear is retreat
And I'll bet all the cash on me that we getaway clean
I'm too raw all I eat with my sushi is soy
I'm moving step by step like a wind up

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

I don't even smoke cigars but I'ma light up a cigar for this one
Just talk my shit yo
This wasn't originally on the album,
It just made it 'cause I

the beatnicks
Kill all the faggots
And anyone who seek dicks
Face tats and fake plays
Waste cash and make no moves
I got bass cracking my plays
Raise dragon

decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done

put out you took back
Then you announced another album
Then you announced 5 more
Just how much shit do you have
Tryna push a new sound
Telling people

that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash
Take your little freestyle

thoughts, to landing all these damn tour dates
I'm need the money upfront, in a cash-filled briefcase
Because, I'll bring Jersey to LA, boy
With this

of Pac, a little bit of Bone
A little bit of David in
The Psalms writin' songs
A little Outkast, Johnny Cash and some Pastor
Call it Vice Versa, reverse

Don't Say a Word

J Dilla

Dillanthology: Dilla's Best

2009

being a real you
(Yo, is that it?) Hell naw, nigga, got more to tell
I ain't feel your albums like I swam in Orajel
XL an artist you can't control
Have

ankles
They Mangle handcuff and hang you
Bang your brain till it’s painful
I ain’t no saint or no angel
No I just came with a Kango
A new album and angle

But shit cash rules
No tattoos my exterior blank but my
Sleeve filled with my heart
And all my past wounds
While dudes out acting like baff
Oons for

Buzzin'

Mann

Buzzin'

2010

like oh well
When my album drops, sure as hell gon' sell
Stack cash and laugh like L-O-L

Man I feel like money (man I feel like money)
They're

decomposition of all competition
Unnatural abilities specters independent
Leave our poor boy tormented
But Johnny's got a problem like a punk rock album
A couple

a pheonix
If you wanna kill me bitch you better plan it like Venus
On bro bitch I'll do you like a remus
I wave you get wet but hell no you ain't seasick

died and I'm in hell
Or I'm so high, my eyes can't see the ground beneath the clouds
Don't look down (don't look down, don't look down, don't look

I ain't do this beat much justice on the last album, so
I assembled some of the best rappers I know
To bring it justice
This some tune. AMi shit
It's

The night the music died, we burned all the classics
On to one last disc of bright blue plastic
Johnny Cash hits and a rapper slash actress
More powerful