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not okay
Maybe I'll just slit my throat and let the blood drain
Get hit by a car and let the fluid melt my brain
Take a rocket ship and fly up into

Driving feel so lonely 'cause my mind Is filled up
Matching your location try to navigate my life
Shining lights thirty lights just flew by my eyes

I did is bound to keep you thinking til the cows home

Sack lunch black top marble maze
Sourdough peanut butter marmalade
Pogo stick bloody knuckles

when I hit the same spot
Better by the age, mind is still a maze
Hard to be amazed, dig an early grave
Living just to be afraid, not
Scream when I hit

Fuck with the mind of the militant
The belligerent bringing death imminent
Wasting all your breath until I finish shit
Cause when this metal hits you

night
At the water front talkin bout what you like
And by the end I was like yo damn shawty you aight

A couple signs but I'll probbaly be alright
Surely

off these ten toes
And sky dive
Way too many shots inside drive by
Guess i was never meant to hit the sky line
Can anybody out here show the guidelines

on the grind
And I'm taking my time
I mean, I know you want the album but the outcome gotta be divine
I'm S.H.A.D.O.W. Superior and еverybody know it
Plus I

and damn, I
Thought I'd have it all by now
Made it through the maze somehow but
I woke up again
Making masterpieces of hot glue and cellophane
R u there? Can

we together we should put it in a song
Anytime you feel you drowning mane don’t let it guide you
Let me make an album bout it called Penn’s Bayou
By

a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us

Yo what's up guys welcome to the Nasy podcast
It is your host, King Squishy
And welcome to this lovely album we call "The Youngins"
So today I got

Don't be surprised, look in the sky, yeah we finna fly
I got a suit, I got a tie, now I'm finna slide
Do a drive by, in the new ride, that shit apple

Next album that you hear
The last from me
Feeling hella eager
To be leaving 2020
Yeah
Dead by Dawn, 2021
Coming soon
Album number two
But for now
I guess

I'm Still #1

KRS-One

A Retrospective

2000

Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style

has hit my mailbox

And has not been stolen by my former houseguest who has my Spare keyring
A hundred to the house for their hospitality and $55 to my

six albums in two years and
Every damn one hit the Billboards
And I kicked a twist and hit number two with
That country album that I made for 'em
Then

get scared by angels

I have no fear to fail because I'll get through it
To get me through my hell, I had to make music
And I wanted to do it different

Still fightin paranoia 
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for 
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by

rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out

Hold Up

Nelly

Murphy's Law

2003

a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so

Brand new time 
I’m about to shine yeah
Hit my line                                                                     
I ain’t wasting time no no
I

I done be feeling it
Too high, but we don't ever quit
Take a hit, that's it, big hit
Slumped, wake up and do it again
Money on my brain (Nigga)
Nigga

Hold on bitch
We back to hit all licks
Body these beats am with Getts
We grind no pushing no bricks
Slow down G
These rhymes hot like sticks
Chase me