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by the time I got back
Had a couple fresh twenties burnin' holes in my pockets
I threw em in the closet in an old shoebox

It didn't have much in

was really by my side
All the times that I cried nigga didn't you realize
That you not fuckin' with me, I'm that motherfuckin guy
To the shit young

on a microphone
Or even if I'm using this equalizer wrong
People laughed when I bought a guitar
Laughed even harder when I said I'd make music
They said it would be

of crews got cold feet
Hold microphone like hold heat on a old beat
On a roll, brothers gotta eat: whole wheat
Shall not live by bread alone he need meat

a thousand I'm housing these dudes while I'm lounging
Ever since I seen the burning bush on the mountain
The microphone is my staff I flow like a fountain

Go On

B. Reith

The Forecast Ep

it goes like la-da-da, la-da-da-da-da by some guy named B.Right yea 
I think that was his name, play that funky song

It's messed when they can't

will admit
Watchin' dope fiends fight for half a cigarette
Do these rappers know, how it really go
Or are they just another fake on the microphone?
I

grinding
I feel like I'm 3rd shift
We laid strong ass bridges laid brick by brick
We stuck through shit
When most people fussed and quit
I know the look

got to
Yeah Friday flowers by your doorstep
Long nights chillen' on your porch step
Rough days I don't give you more stress
Workout with me babygirl

and the savage, shout out Billie Eilish
Im an eagle flying near the sun because Im the dawn
Im alone with the microphone in a storm but I stand strong like king

almost fell in love with you
Shitting on these niggas I might change my name to number two
Pussy gon hit different when you fucking bitches by the group

I cM HIP HOP 
Written by cnthony H Thomas Sr
Produced by Ras Fiery

INTRO:
TOLD YOU BEFORE McN
WITHER YOU GONNc LIKE IT OR YOU cIN'T GONNc LIKE IT

time that I checked. Yeah we been wild and we get down. Nic Nak Paddwhack oh shit is that J-Bone? Don’t give me nothing but a microphone. What about

and attacking the microphone like a phoenix
Saw them stacking the ashes but when I rose I'm like Jesus
What did I do to receive this? I wasn't gone but a season

gets deeper than that
I'm lookin for where the Grim Reaper is at
I knocked on his door he said come on in
And by the way you shoulda brought a friend
I

avoid, I'd rather have the joy
And not get annoyed by any personal struggle
It makes me have trouble, hate to fumble and stumble
Staying humble, talking

it when I die
I'm a get it how I live
I be dressed to the 9's
And my bitch a hard 10
Left the crib by 11
Hit the club by 12
Smoke a L fo I come in this

And Carnage I will hold you in contempt of court if you do not abide by the rules
Venom
Carnage
What rules drive wild when I play my tunes
When I play my tunes

fucking fly
Walking with a lot of thoughts, if needed be, I run them by
Right behind a microphone, just trust me, I ant fuckin shy
I am really different, I

a green piece of paper with a number on it
I'm following the vision of realness that I been haunted by
Since the day I wrote a wrote a rhyme
It inspired my

them doubt the name, cause they don't know I built this vision frame by frame
Rap about my mind a lot, mostly to remind myself bout where I was in time

and get some sedatives you never had before,  coz I leave ya sore-, like a matador, gettin gored, by some pointy horns, by this point I'm bored, coz I need

accounts
c few drinks, then im out
So I straighten up my act and keep doin' my thing
Gettin' the green,
nah mean,
getting it clean
But I stayed by the bar

accounts
A few drinks, then im out
So I straighten up my act and keep doin' my thing
Gettin' the green,
nah mean,
getting it clean
But I stayed by the bar