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High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
Prodigy, Guru,
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
(Ay)
Made like 40 in the booth (Ay)
Made my mind go crazy
Talking album on the daily
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
stick by you
All the real ones, all the real ones gon' stick by you
All the real ones, they stuck with you, they gon' stick by you
All the fake ones, they
Okay, right, we're here live in the studio with Ricky Jamaraz (Hi everyone)
Hello everyone (Hiii)
This is the final track of your new album
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
3-5-6-2-1-6-2-4-7
Aye
Wanted to be wanted, how I'm haunted by rejection
Walking through the valley, know I'm tryna get my steps in
Exercise my faith
facts
But you know we don't want fags
I don't even know what I'm gonna say next
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I need to clear my mind
Welcome to Rap Opera, the mind of a guy that is not pop enough
Fuck Wagner the times too tough to be pessimistic so his time is up
I today waver
brother, on mamas you done lost ya self (On mamas)
Shit on my mind I ain't ready to talk about
That's why I can't be sober, just to fucking walk around
And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could
a terrible thing to waste)
Caught the face from the backs of the border of the mind state
I play control to a fraud (nah, it ain't happenin')
Nada to make
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
I'm from, now
This album 2 but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I'm sick of pacing, I feel the thirst
Of those around me that
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
When I ride by
I'm a ryder
I'm so fly
My dogs ride by
Them hatas want to cry
I'm a ryder
I'm bout mine
I hustle to the sun come up
And don't mind
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
about me
I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
In case I'm not here tomorrow
I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind
I'm behind
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
you for accepting all my movies and my music
Thank you for an open mind with everything I’m doing
Thank you for tuning with CAGE 86 every time
Thank you
I'm back again
Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin
This album 2 but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I'm
up by 6am
up by 6am
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