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bietjie makeup lyk soos 'n post mortem
Nog 'n pose, nog n smile, nog 'n album op We Are Awesome

Eksie, eksie ou, eksie, eksie eksie ou
Eksie, eksie ou,

minded games
Y'all die in vain, I'm popping out
Just like a vein when my arms are out
Y'all type's the same, chopper wipe his brain
Focus is crazy with

Monopoly

[Verse 2]
'Cause when the rappers start grindin'
It's a shame, a out-of-towner gotta sign them
But when his album drop and he go diamond
Everybody

Most people are breathing but they ain't alive
This what I call being alive  

Outlaw 
I feel alive I feel alive
Yeah let's go! 
So many years i've been

F-L-E-R, sie woll'n das mein Album floppt
Und die Bullen verhaften mich, weil ich meine Feinde box
Sowas nennt man Zwickmühle
Zieh das Kokain vom Tisch

F-L-E-R, sie woll'n das mein Album floppt
Und die Bullen verhaften mich, weil ich meine Feinde box
Sowas nennt man Zwickmühle
Zieh das Kokain vom Tisch bis

breeding cattle when I raise the stakes
In a battle you would swear I was raised by apes
Crazy, Side Effect the Napalm Bomb of rap
You're content being wack

what you would lack
You gotta pick the pen up and create another tool from scratch
Since I dropped my album I've been comfortable, much too in fact
Been

kicked around by the others 
Synonymous soil, held them up from down under 
I'm pleading for gifts, pleading for answers
Riddles of life, can give you

(Mason)

Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause

(No of course I don't think theyre right, I mean who are they
To say whether anything is enough or not enough? about anything?)
You wait a long time

dripped in red (Okay)
Don't let this R&B s**t fool you, n***as get ripped to shreds (Get Down)
Quavo talkin' like he a thug, n***a, you a b***h with dreads

di -
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
AKA Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends-es need be up to par
See my standards are pampered
By threesomes

Tonight's da Night

Remedy

Code: Red

2005

[Remedy]
Mic check, I walk around the Shao'
Wit the jet black nine by my waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best white

tampons
Into my ears, just only not to
Hear all these wack-ass albums, brought to
The industry by ‘em dumb skinny and tattooed
Freaks, their raps -

tweets through my phone on a tapped line
It's half time, prefix all these people with an at sign
At int eighty, what up, are you updating
You making

a friend who falling off
An it’s sad ain’t it
Your songs are mad tainted
You sounding mad ancient
I see you mad anxious
I got a bad case of
Believing we can

a purloined lighter
Leave arteries flow choked like an In-N-Out drive-thru
Then evolve to resolve your clogged heart shocked by Raichu
Catch him blazing in

'cause all these fuckin' mental problems caused by high class dick measuring contests
Nuclear war may be upon us
But all them rich as motherfuckers pussies

I been trynna teach em how to trap but they ain't been listening 
Speaking on a game that they don't know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal

If I Die

Eightball & MJG

Screwed Up, Inc. Presents Best of Suavehouse Vol. 2

2001

never heard a word
My homeboy's momma cool but she smoke crack
Now getting high is how she bring her son back
Imagine that so many kids are living this

pitched autotuning, mumble rappin' ass, I'm confused
Cause twelve year old's are like I'm influenced by these rappers, I like their music
Then realize if

for me
"Where's the album? Where he at?"
They say "I love you" when you sad
You keep it real, they keep it real
I do not wanna write no raps
I

Maybe it's my insecurities
Send you everything 'cuz you're family
Bump the album don't skip
'Cuz you like the sound
Ignore the hate
Those road blocks will