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seem to have, lost track of time
Those things in the past, weigh heavy on the mind
Just spit bars, hella punchlines
That shit can tire, it's too benign

on tracks
I'm a killer on mics
I be chilling with my girl
On the key, staying low
Where the only things she blow is me
And weed that we smoke
We don't put it

little verse is gon' be shorter than a holiday
It's all good to be aware
That the corporate world sees a yes or no everywhere
But I say it's okay
If you

by my side you know we troopin
I never ask I only take call me intrusive
Yea
Back to back to back like yea
When I’m I’m the track I spazz like yea

something good and its gone in a flash
Tryna slow down the time just to make things last
I hate how you got this power over me
Peace of mind feeling towers

live by bread alone
Generational curses tracking every move I made
Fortunes tellers telling things I knew ah
I remember standing at the pulpit lost

tales
and stories of good and bad in confrontation.
I go off the track of the regular fables
and intergrate people that sign with the label.
It's quite

alone
I got a little bit too much
Thought it might be dangerous, but it was good for me
Connect and read my story
Things I forgot and I'm sorry, I won't

Everyday

Plan B

Who Needs Actions When You Got Words

2006

sight
Blinded by my ignorance I prepare my self for the day, 
Thinking this sinking feeling will go away
As I set off on my track the little voice in

doing my thing since a nigga was little
Lately feeling good enough to giggle, word play turn to riddles
My actions started hella ripples, cant be second

the natural mind
To find 
An explanation
To make sense of what happens in the world, in the world that so little explore 
Take a moment to jump into my mind

Mathers gave him
And I ain't ever heard no good Blackheart track so I have to fade him
Purgatory think his words important, each bar he got a lot to say
But

This ain't a good time
To sleep on me instead
D-Mo is here to spit on this track
Being dirt broke giving that money for gas
Having faith that hard times

As I walk through life
Comfy doing my thing
As I watch you
Check

As I walk through life
Comfy doing my thing
I look to the side, and I see

they life
And I been searching
All the little things in life feel good
But in the end I'm still hurting
I'm hurting to the point that I can't even find

Innocent in Detention

Depressive Age

First Depression

moves electrified by rail track work all day
I'm longing to kill the time
I blame you for my misery
This little, little misery

I don't fear the tears

to Give Up, Too Many Times!

(Devilz Playground Continues)

A couple of things to show ya, yeah
He's all the way from Tucson Arizona
I know he's a little

like a sling blade I reckon 
Progression, to me that's riding on these tracks like a legend 
Into the sunset, old spaghetti western by then
I'll be

you-wanted to hide,
tell me how's your life treating you,
... without me, without me by your side.

It's the little things I miss, your tender touch,

a flight 
Made it back in time 
To see my little man 
Come to life 
Uh

Momma want a choppa 
Just to deal with all the pain 
I been goin' thru some things

tryna live good, gotta sacrifice things
Big dreams that's I had, I keep going back
Mom would always find notes all up in my bag
School days, play ball,

are boarding the ship that I sail
When I decide to go fishing
This shit that I sell is good but I’m not about to bribe you to listen
I have this

a swish
Spendin' like I just hit me a lick
Hop on track and you know it's a

It's a hit, never no miss
Roll it up, burn it like a spliff
Take a little

Upchurch the Redneck)
You didn't get me for shit
You paid me good and you know it
So I could fix your shit track
And make that shit mediocre
The only reason