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Tonight's da Night

Remedy

Code: Red

2005

[Remedy]
Mic check, I walk around the Shao'
Wit the jet black nine by my waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best white

was exhausted
If it wasn't for the music in they ears
They would have lost it
The seventh album by a
Musician they both revered
First time this planet

got some
Haters trying to block sums
Even in these poetry circles
There's shade trying block sun

I pay no attention to the men behind The curtain

(Mason)

Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause

watching so I am always entertaining, 
Told God I wanted to grow, it started raining, so I Have been playing with the mud and the dirt, 
Tell the men

I smoke citrus mist know what history is
Some distant kids surrounded by risky shit
I smoke a spliff that's big
Then I'm feeling on
Top of the world

that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)

(Going back to The Matrix)

I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by

coke that you could run a slalom n' then-
It's either Vietnam or Saddam, it's a problem for men,
We from tha' bottom and it's Gotham, we ain't gotta it

Hoping to get her wet as the ocean that men be floating in
I'm coaching and hoping she'll let the show begin
Hoping she'll let me open and poke it up in

cultures to find identity

Creating divide bigger than ed’s album three

White men hold the power like a clan 

I don’t think you got the facilities for that

dissing
Try not to compare to the other men in this
Hard when the music that I'm making vanishes
Even though I'm like the only one who's doing handwrittens

I knew this song by that crew Mobb Deep
So I used it, my brother produced it, new shit
Set me up so I could flow like a cruise ship
And tell this

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

"Good God Almighty, like back in the old days
You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play
How to play it and you know whether

though I admire your desire
You a sellout lil nigga a Lyricist for hire/hip hop circus act my special skill is spitting fire


Big dawg status men these

make men into boys
I destroy your whole family tree
Chop it down
Hip-hop is longer now in this repertoire
Get your wardrobe torn out your closet
Walls

your hoe
I done dropped four albums in 2 years
They still dropping a song
I be dropping and dropping again
No one can fuck with my flow and my pen
No one

the majority
I'm two steps ahead while they plotted it
Plans of a posthumous O'hene Savant by their operatives
Highly evolved software that manages
To perform

Of anybody or anything
MB2
Listen people ask what it mean
To be set up to win
It mean that money coming fast
And that bread is legit
Determination perseverance

worth dying over. Now, two years later, we were having trouble surviving. There we were grown adults in the middle of our living room, putting pennies in

around, y'all, ayy
All of my demons are here, all I can feel is fear
All I can do is keep being myself and that's what I been doing for thirty-two years

2
Never let them tell you what you
Can or you can't do
They don't know where you stand
'cause they aren't you
Love yourself to the core
Even when it's

Lincoln Apts.

Nick Grant

Dreamin' Out Loud

2018

is a classic album, I'm forever on rewind
What is love?

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
But what's love got to do with

but I'm moving like a tank
(Yuh-Yuh)
Got more B-D-E, than the men you see (Woo)
They call me "Two Hands"
To measure it approximately (Woah Woah)
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