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the stew like Jamaica
Making music everyday
Losing sleep every night
I almost gave up on myself
But I'm pushing alright
Whoo this shit be taking me back
When

don't sweat me, I'm nobody
Body, mind didn't make it, still the soul survivor
Accept when it when it's here, but don't need nobody
Nah, PegasuSnow's got

the ribbon now
Breath of fresh air how you feel when I air it out
Blood! Rappers feeling blue how I creep em out
Kill a brother like Cain I'm more than Abel

Have uh blick out wit they gang
Show these niggas how we move
Heard yo bitch she like my music turn it on i bet she grove
If brodie see the other nigga i

Musick in Diabola

Rudimentary Peni

Cacophony

The music you hear -even the voice- especially the voice is constructed entirely from bones breaking, blood flowing, and the like. A fly in flight

a fiend make a change in they life
I ain't never seen but I mean
The change happened to me when I traded in the wrong for the right
Walking by the faith,

the ,most

Paint brushin my own destiny,
Can't really trust everybody I fuckin meet,
Cause ,people only show you ,
What they want you to see,
Got a lotta

surrender?
Why would I walk through the embers?
Why would I ever lose my mind and forget you?
Why would I whisper in your ear when the music is loud?
Why would

the things I do for people that I love
But I see how they act when they don’t know
People talk on my name or my dads and I’m like
Please God help me chill

But when me and you connect, you just know that we equal
And that’s why I don’t see you, ain’t around them type of people
Wanna surround myself with

I can never switch up
You and me are not the same
I will never do a thing
For the money and the fame
When i get it done
Better just do it alone
Now

I done made so much music over these last 4 years
4 years of blood, years of sweat, years of tears
While people watching Netflix afraid to face their

lice, when I grip the mic
Dreams of Jackson Mike, making music right
Keep me in the light, and unify my sight
Flows so flush, they going down the drain

COULD
BUT THEY WON'T CAUSE THEY KNOW
SEE WE LIVE BY THE SAME CODE
BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS AND YOU STAY BROKE
WANNA MAKE MORE?
HOLLA AT A G
I'LL SHOW YOU

wear all black when I'm in my city
I was trapping hard right there on the boulevard
Driving through my city every couple days I switch the car
Gotta

exchange I get to, improve my skill
I must sound delusional, but if you can't see it, then that's perfect, so I'll sit back trying to Just chill

Whipping

stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready

festivals are borin'
There's Black music, but I don't see Black performers
If they don't let us in the building, we kickin' the door in
If they don't let us

Finessin' the fake ones who sellin' you lies
Reachin' my goals an I don't gotta try I just do it
You can feel this mindset
When you hear my music
Stupid
I

of the trenches
If we see them, see his mom or sister, can't divide the victims
Can't visit Kellz, always be a felon, how think I feel
Free OS, & its still free

followers
Show me all your work
You a flirt
See I'm underground, they ghost me that's for sure
You a fake, ya you sounding fake, my music make you jerk
Ok so

Creep on the riddim like a spider
See, this one's called Tarantula
I feel sorry for the
Next generation of blacks rIP Mandela
It's a mad world
Black

doubt me, I'm different and I say it proudly
Positive energy round me and that's something I stand by devoutly
It's time all my enemies now see

And you can tell I played receiver by my paper route
I'm done donating advice for Goodwill only
When I die cremate me so they can't look down on me
Too many