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blacks in space with a rebel reputation/ I see more black in space when Im dippin on my vacation / relax like riddick in the dark / ride the rhythm I spark

to the pain
Numb to the pain
Black boy fly, my life in one episode
I'm on trial, so if I die, let me know
Lost in time but let this foul record grow
Truth I

the beat, beat, beating of a higher
Calling that's been calling
Since the days a water walking

Making wine in the time it takes to divine
All the rhythms

whether If it’s for the rhythm or groundbreaking rhymes
Caught in traffic at the moment on a patient grind
Everything will happen in divine order, it just

Prozac
Let me power up my Pro Mac
Type if up professional, so I can get them pro scraps
Hell, I'll scrape it off the bottom until by wings grow flaps
Till

Omega Supreme [DM Remix]

Jemini the Gifted One

Ghetto Pop Life [Bonus Version]

2009

sperm in my eye 'cause I be on my own dick
My rhyme book stay thick
Like the hips on Free
From 106 & Park used to be
Y'all know the dilly niggas holla

you might've guessed it but
I am quite the spitter myself
I spent a lot of time
Writin' rhymes and let's
Say in Hell there's a lot of help
I got half

Rather enjoy everything by pair, in two's
Spitting my rear how I'm paying my due's
Shoutout to Kobe, he found me a flow
I came from the bottom, just to let

sentiments
Like the people say that he's imaginary but the devil has been knocking on my door but I don't think I'll let him in
Because even if I do there is

put each one in a sonnet
Far better off in a closet to be honest he had a lot of it
Cop it or pawn it new shit dropping like comets
Is he dumb

thrive[00:44.45]I never had a voice, so I had to surmise[00:46.75]If I join the rap game that I always idolized[00:49.53]I'd come and take 'em all by

Buckingham
Bucking ham

Prince George Stand up
Huh

Top down in my tiger tank yea I'm riding dirty
I roll loud in no mans land I go at least 30
It's

sell souls to the blind 
Lost in the spiral of the mind
Like an addict can
Be mesmerized 
In the rhythm of a tragic dance -
I guess I never had a chance

might've guessed it, but I am quite the spitter myself
I spent a lot of time writin' rhymes and let's say in Hell, there's a lot of help
I got half the rap

talk
Call me back when you find some time
We can cross right by
So I hear the crowd applauses
My body cannot sync in
I'm tired of these Roses
Can't

even better again, now my rhymes tight and I got a plethora
I'm a lone wolf when I'm in the booth on the mic, spit the whole truth, then I sing a tune

sitting still, I see poor 2 geese like that ponds in Brazil 

But what if I fail..what if I lose, what if my what ifs are all I consume..what if I

know its really hard to sleep on
I don't want your love, just want the attention
Fuck up out a nigga mentions
Scatter my mind, had to collect it
Man,

the Pit
I'm waiting on new entries today
And I've had nothing to eat today
In fact, I would like to find something to eat soon
I might eat You, Master, if

What I bust is rig and show
And love for the big
Payback or payday, lyrical melee
Better performance since back in my hay day
Spit enhancement, gimme

to have your goals
But if God ain't in the midst then what your digging is a hole..
Off the top like Kennedy on the knoll
 On my 4 by 4 i scribble scripture

rhythm has a rhyme
Not gone sit and act cool like I got it all together
I just carry this dead weight well like Pall Bearers
Everything that's in the dark

handle when I'm starving, lately growing big eyes
Lies that sounds right
Or truth that don't rhyme
What came from when I fell in love
Or what they might

by a time wraith
Stuck in the past, I'm tryna protect my mind-state
I guess I'm scared to accept the facts
I can't handle rejection so I'd rather just