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trash
Get mashed and compacted because it's no longer valid
Go head recycled, repackaged and put it back in my cabinet
Boy that's germs, I'm fresh up out

I'm'ma bolt
Smartass, like a dolt
Dealin' scares like a polt
ergeist, stares while her eyes rolled
Out her head, onto the table
Got shit hands, but won't

tried to copy my ancestors
They fundamentally failed by sicking their ham fetchers
Our matrilineal systems assured our clan wellness
Euro peon patriarchs

a jazz it
If she put it in my face then you know I'm a grab it
(Nahh Forreal I'm telling you)
Got One in the head, You know I can't lack
Spent Two bands

At least by me, boywisely’s thug
Held my head with hands of red
The doctor says its time to go
Shades of pain this hate is torture, blood seed of thy

Kiss her goodbye and head to the Ridge you gotta bounce
My conscious speaks aloud? I'm you thirteen years from now
Here's some pointers grab a pen

Cranston
I've been up for nights cramming in
My upward heights are not random
I started out right by a college campus
Tonight, I might smoke cannabis
Nothing

still go out



I don’t even think about it I just
Let it go, let it go, do my dance, do my dance, 
In the air, in the air, throw the hands, throw

a boss (fa sho)
You can tell by my behavior (Uh)

I just be chasing the bag in an orderly fashion
I swear I'm a rapping assassin (keep going)
These niggas

bout your fears girl tell me what your theory is
We can drive take my hand but not the one I'm steering with
All that means is i don't wanna lose focus

traffic just inhaling some lead
I'm in a phonebox breathing up a stranger's breath
No change left, I fed my last gold Queen's head
‘You're busy now' is all

my listeners know well his name
Here's the wake up
They ignored the preacher on stage
So I reach for, the side pieces by the heads, uh

Who is for your

garden Caught you in the trap
Like a rat


Rav
Got the splinter in my foot out
Feeling put out
Took a reroute 
Now I’m back on track
Ninja turtles are real

These whips lead to beds I ain't talking towing cars
Haven't stopped since we been inbound cause all we know is ball
My head in the clouds my feet over

Keep moving forward - things get better's what I'm told
But the story just gets worse as scenes continue to unfold
Every time I turn my head another

acoustics
an my lyrical schemes Is like a chemical solution
I'm a guillotine for riddims, Homicide producer
Deadly I'm Yakuza ,
wid a brain like I'm

they're actin like juveniles
They're goin a mile, man, they need to calm down
Speakin my theory as the crowd get near me
Yo, turn up the mic so they can

It must be that time of year again
Cus I'm getting this strange feeling that my theory ain't pretend again
So get your torches and your fuckin pitch

for way too long
But is it fuck I'm stopping when I reach my goal
Still talking to my demons they be sucking out my soul
Got too much to give they still

Who Are You

Fluent

Underground Famous

2004

backs and getting burnt faster than matchsticks

This is for my true heads dancing with the dead
For whatever reason falling short of success
Gotta test

Ignore the shit and watch the time quickly passing by
Swiftly die like a butterfly gnat or fly
I survive but i'm tryna figure out why
I body the beat like

and we'll never be bored
Put the mid-life crisis theory to shame
And all the other lies that have been engrained in our brains
Enough groupin' us by age

and some wine, that's when my livin' is right
Until then, get up out of my way or you'll be dinner tonight
There were days I wanted to quit and live

resurrecting
 And I didn’t want this moment to pass by and not take this opportunity
 And so I’ve invited my friend, uh, Joshua Silverberg up to the stage
 And I