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rhyme it rhyme and if it don't it don't, fuck it

I don't really know how to make a love song that sound good
All my old relations toxic I was stuck in my

just out here amongst the constellations
Surrounded by ocean, surrounded by space
Lost in a forest dream

Sometimes I just fall, smoke screams from my

golden, my eyes is open
Shorty whats the deal, can I get open? I interscope it
I spit so raw, I live in the stars
We chillin on Mars, the kings of New York

Heat the gas to ignite that hate
We the by the fireplace
See the ash and revive that pain
Me and Shaggs gon' annihilate
Dilate, we cannibals, famished

Got a new whip and a old girl claiming that that she miss me
Think you slick been there there done that that now you tryna mislead
Move too quick

money harder harder harder o
Cause Mi I don suffer
Bad belle yapa
Fake friend yapa
Every day getti dollar
Sure client lock am
New drop send am
Me go load

side ways
I'm out of town with a hoe
Bitch get it off the floor
I came home and went up feds came through
That shit really fucked us up
Bought a new car

Sacrifice what took so the team was winning
It don’t matter the cost we had good intentions
When i needed it most would someone listen
Had to be by myself i

before
Crazy raw talent right in front of my eyes
Come to find out, they were gon' be streaming it live
For hundreds, hundreds of people new to understand

onto the next
Losing focus, right after I wrote this I bought her new breasts
I'm just playing, got a mink though
Put her on knees, she repay me with

Tried talking to God but God didn't bother
Got my apartment plundered
Laptop including all the new songs people robbed it
Grand larceny charges
But no

Came in wit some drip
Leak like a faucet
Radar ain’t on it
They told me last year
That I wouldn’t be shit
Well look at me now
In an all new position
I’m

by tomorrow
Call me back when you get it (The Kidd)
All I want is money hoe , all I do is cash
Night I can not sleep if I can't bring it to the bag
All

A Poem for the Firmament

Elvenking

Wyrd

2004

of what I was

Read the signs on the trees,
Written by golden leaves
Winds are howling their serenades,
Ancient chants singing all the good aims
I betrayed

This whole game
You know
So lame
Your flow game
Has no flame
Its cold
Every time I see a rapper walk by
Chin high
Thinking that he so damn fly
And he be

faculty
I don't want new friends, don't interact with me
Get that outta here niggas been trash to me
No teeth they career decaying, cavities
And I'm taking

Bumpin to that new sound
Pull up it's a shakedown
Don't play games no Newgrounds
Master of my fate
Still they tryna bite my plate
On the beat I'm known

I'm the bad guy, baby
I wear it far too well
As far as I can tell
I do it by myself
This my God complex I can't keep it in my pants
I'm the reason

yellow that I cant get outta the bottle its thicker than snot
Yeah she like a nigga who hustle, want a player she think you a sucker. 
my new bitch just

Music Music

Eyedea & Abilities

First Born

hit my pulse
And stifled the idle eagerness to grow into my clothes
No one that I know is any longer good at actin'
Like they comprehend the motive

even paying attention
One guy grabbed the other guy by collar
Picked him up and body slammed on his new impala
Suddenly the cops came
The whole situation

me
You bitches jealous bout my looks
That's why I'm so cocky

Tell me something
Who you know could really make a bitch mad
By looking good everyday

the night comes, Rise Up
Rise Up, don't sleep on God
Keep it burning, keep it going, keep it going
Don't stop (Hey)
Rise up Rise up (Rise)
Good connection

of my safe zone
In year it'll all be fine
I'll have new issues with a whole new mind
In time I'll learn how to draw my lines
When it costs my dimes