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that new album, you know?
When you got it, is was like nothin else mattered
Mic Boyd: Oh yeah, yeah, I guess, you had to pay for that shit
Classified:

2 AM the beats played about a thousand times
My minds stuck on just doubting lines
To my surprise, I've just been compromised
The artist now lies

My shit's straight bile
You're mild, you've got no style
I won't be impressed
or you possessed by baliel
I make beats like surgeons resume
To stitch

Paroles de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER
l'm born and bred in pollution's grip
First three weeks fed by a CO drip
Ain't no breast
Passed

contacted by magazines now
Holding them ransom with clips of my sound
I'm gonna need that advance in a week
I'm gon' need a couple thousand at least
Bitch I'm

I see im stronger than even i realize
I did this myself 
By myself and i felt pain from physical to heart break
U know that shit that 
Make u think

heaven on a beat, I'm a legend in these streets
Corn Coast jumpsuit, you can bet it's made by me
So you know it's plain to see that we moving like the sea

all that fair, end of day
I would scrap this whole ass album all to spend just a day
In the singular place I feel comfortable that's with you cause you

Rap's behemoth
Check the tracks the whole album steaming
Passion gleaming, pass the seasoning
They wanted a plate so I had to feed em
Now I have em

understand me
When I drop another album and you buy
It help me feed my family
Or when you hit me up to
Get a verse or a beat
This submerged till some realness

Bora
Mosh pit death, another body caught on tour
Consumed by the greed watch
Living things bleed
The Catcher In The Rye the
Literature that we read
When

na predok auta
Vraj sa mu nový album páči
Tak že stiahne ho zajtra
Ďalšej autogram na cecok, ma asi 12
Mala by ta stiahnuť domov za vlasy mama
Keď idem

parles pas de vie thug
Les Beats By Dre ont le blues
Les hymnes sont devenus des berceuses
Tout est fake comme ta
Pseudo carrière motherfucker
La fin sera

porobil tak veľa zverstva
Že by 20 albumov ani náhodou
Na tie všetky blbé príbehy nemohlo stačiť
Keby som dnes vedel vrátiť čas späť
Tak sa radšej hrám v

hurt
Got kicked out my house
Dumped by my girl, but the grind don't stop
Bitch it never will working for no pay
Working everyday living in a basement
Got

naar je fam
Mijn nigger Bems, die heeft een kleine Benz
Dus ik moet harder rennen
Voor die motherfucking bands
Ik ben super streng, mijn album stond op

dirty the south
cnd I Been There i Done That

Power Verse

cnd the day that your album go on sale for the first hour
Just remember like Nas , I Gave You

selfish baby
No more pictures or the wedding rings
Cause I'm moving on to the better things
No more stressing over little things
Working on an album cause I

another album
I ain't working on no lame shit
Genre clashing all the time
But I ain't ever lane switch
Some of you just play the role while
I've been

the secret one came
The secret one came put them beats on it

Patoranking, Patoranking, Patoranking
Patoranking, Patoranking, Patoranking
Patoranking,

fire every time that
I ride the beat
I'm in the pub doing like 90 pints a week
And in a week, smoke more than 50 spliffs
And still spit with a nifty gift

Brought the ting to Nina's album premiere
True, we gotta pass the opp
Block on the way there mum's back from work
I might have to bag up in the BnB
If you

Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B

where you gon' lay
(yeah, ayy) better have you a strap cause
You know I'm clutching (Bitch)

My team don't like when I go
To the mall all by myself
I told