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Voices

Mystik Journeymen

Worldwide Underground

1999

tight, see me catching flights 
At the international terminal, where you don't go 
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped 
And tripped by mic

pouring pints with a head
I'll tell my peers cheers over beers
Poetically afflicted by my fears
An artist is someone screaming hoping somebody hears
I was

a pretty boy winter, Swamp stallion
Trot through, I need about 10 thousand
Swamp, calm the fuck down, boy you wildin
I made this album drinkin by the gallon

visions getting blurry, ya’ll
Ain’t got no worry, nah
Bitch I might, be making hundreds be making thousands
All by the hour - don’t question how I got it

the game, Don't blame 
Come on o people try to figure it out
Check out my maze, Hey, Check it all out
Take on the game put their name to shame, Try to scream

mac it sounds like shit
But I'm doing the best with what I got shut the fuck up bitch

You can spend thousands on a mother fucking album and ma maybe

over seas
No one on the corner got supports like mine
Don't know when my album drop but there already in line
They go

FRAN CIS CO (ooh)
I thought i told

I was made for this I swear it
My veins are filled with all this musical talent
Or maybe I'm just infected by desire
To step on the ladder climb

the future brings 
Count up all this damn money all inside my jeans 
(Repeat X2)


Verse 1:
A lot of lonely nights, by myself these days,
Everybody home but my

Fuck who said that sky's the limit
Tryna live a life that generations
Can be proud of
That's A Life to Live By
Get ready for the album

My songs know

and I sold Caine
Cops know me by my whole name
My weed purple like the Soul Plane
And if you don't know, you know now
Its a showdown
On the the low it's

a hundred Bodingles a feature
I've got independent, don't fuck with no Vevo
I'm keeping the toolie wherever that we go
I'm off of the bean, sipping Lean by

is tribal
Sam folks these sambos dying on plots that’s not ours
Wish we can cop a time machine and go back thousands of hours
And on the way I stop by

people
Now that's a big crowd
All screaming out my name
I been riding through the neighborhood
Slow down
Couple old jams bump on the surround sound
(I'm

and Em numbers
Once I step foot in this game
Nothing will be the same
And my name is gon’ last forever, and ever
Ever my foot already on yo necks
So I’m

They said I wouldn’t make it then I later made it 
The album bouta take off cause I had to wait off
Imma spin around your ends we won the face off

hundred thousand in cash
They take it for granted like I pulled this shit outta my ass
They better love it cause I swear this next album my last
These

I met you at a party
West side of the tuck
You should catch a game, some time,
(m going major

You walked away like yeah huh right
No number no name

on the way to the club now
Do a lil science you gon see what I'm ta'lm bout

Bitch call me Xavier
Fuck what you know, never use my legal name
Everybody hating

album so good bouta climb to new heights
Everybody know our names everybody know we shine
Everybody want our tracks but like Ed I ain't got the time
I be

a mangaka, don't try and spin the narrative
Too passionate to be a pacifist
I'm passing by all of these passive kids
The catalyst to make you stop your yapping

grammies through the eighter
But I'm still rolling up
Niggas keep my name out the fuck shit
Cause yeah they know whats up
They cant touch me without a death

at the clock and a couple hours have passed
Make it home in one piece but when I get there I crash
Drop a few thousand to drop my new album I should've been

forever’s how I’m supposed to feel
Know your homie mixtape ‘bout a thousand lies
We all are right, my type, I like abiding by
All the ice, fought it off, let