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what you would lack
You gotta pick the pen up and create another tool from scratch
Since I dropped my album I've been comfortable, much too in fact
Been

Yeah, man, it's your boy J stalin
Man, you feel me
I'm just sittin' here lookin'
At this photo album, man
I got a lot of niggas that ain't here no

alien, so I feel like Ray
I dropped the "young" from my name
Look at the buzzer, uno, dos, Trae
Greg Willen told me he don’t fuck with me
Wait til I build

weights, them jits kept trying the kid
Music on shuffle but I'm pressing skip if I hear a snitch
Delete his whole album out my phone cuz he ain't legit
I

sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write

Yo
Thanks for rocking with me everybody
Making this album was incredible
And it means a whole hell of a lot
Only one thing is this world means more

I have a Jinchuriki
I harbor lost souls of innocence like the Cherokee
In a sense I can sense
My inner me and he's so devilish
Killin' bitches for

the 2nd even though I aim to be # 1 
When It’s set in stone ;
What I mean by that is touch the people as a whole, 
Yeah my albums dark but they know I’m

fucking with 
To catch the whole case will be a ten album wait son
My gen grew up with capri-sun 
And when the ops turn to cost, then the L's come 
Rushing

this
Bleep
Polo
Dude with the smooth substance
15 albums out but I still
Got to prove something
Serve ya on the track
Double back when I'm food running

no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh

played for it
I've been pained by it enough
Now I'm waiting for
I'm praying for the ups
All good things come in time
Good things come in time
All good

fuckin tries but you're late
And the sun will set even five minutes in the tunnel
You'll  be funnled in ain't no mumblin fuck you never come again
I could

the album come with a siren
I don't want a condo I need an island
So my son can do whatever he want, baby Biden
My name is Papyrus
Etched in it said

ZUU shit
Never no FUU shit
Try to sue this, we end up on Sun Tzu shit
And you don't want that, buddy
There's no combat
Ask Drake to pick you a season

Broad day light give ya daymares
Send em packing like take care
Caught em napping like daycare
He don't know what happen by the blank stare
Pistol pointed

Told y'all I be back
They aint believe it cause in the album I said I'm not a rapper
I wouldn't believe it either

I'm the type to write a verse

listen and give a shit
Three years to make my first album and I don't listen to it
Funny how I wasn't cutting ties when he lied to me
Those were better

ocean eyes
The more I love him
The more he hates me
When I am extra nice my friends
Fucking frame And blame me twice
Where the fuck em I going
Seems like

Dynamite

Afu-Ra

State of the Arts

2005

yeah, my people gonna feel this
The rawest nigga that ever spit it
Yeah, holla at them tints, right there, he on the guest list

The rawest nigga to ever

his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause

People Like Me

K'NAAN

Troubadour [Clean]

2009

this time it is still deadly hazardous
And Bush isn't really being all that inaccurate
When he says, we're winning the war 'cause it's staggering
But

People Like Me

K'NAAN

Troubadour

2009

but everybody doesn't
Which is why I want to tell you about my favorite cousin
He and I grew up where the sun shines
And we both partook with the gun

sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write