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So as I sip my third Heineken
I feel disturbed stupefied by the tools and
The fools I observe
In the spot's where I rock
They deserve not a word in

song
Let's appreciate it while it's on
For every soldier who got hit by a
Roadside bomb and lost an arm
If you got an arm put your fuckin'
Arm in the sky

on me
But every time I pop out, the Devil
He hide from me
I hear these rappers, it's the same song
It's just on different beats (True)
But I can't blame

I shoulda won the grime Nobel Peace award
Like Desmond Tutu
See I stayed in school, got my degree
Even if I get a two, two
I've done it, time wait's

It later when I'm elderly
I thought by now, I'd stop rappin'
But I just made too much of
Profit off it to stop it, it has to happen
Got

an athlete dawg, I'm a poet
I never needed any help
Man I did it by myself
Just waiting for the day you see
My album on the shelf and

Didn't write a fuckin'

nigga roll up
Swisher sweets I break them down
Then my nigga roll up
You know it, and you know we potient
By the way we floatin, From
The dro im smokin,

Inside my mind"
Winter was cold
Used to sit by the fire now
Momma getting mad
Better turn them fucking lights out
Kicking life's ass
Turn this album to my

Jeep, beep, beep
Weed cheeched
By the beach, seated next to Katie Leech
Then went home and made a beat
Me and Sticky rapped to it, f4!
Back when Zack B

just easy as A-B-C
That's how you make it right
(You have interfered with our affairs
For the last time, Sinatra)

I am literally in the air, right now

Them big B's head so good
Almost said some shit I didn't mean
Punched a hunnid 12 Pros
Damn near the Max Man if I could
I'll throw yo album in the trash

nigga roll up
Swisher sweets I break them down
Then my nigga roll up
You know it, and you know we potient
By the way we floatin, From
The dro im smokin,

grown hate
I don’t need your co-signs now
I bought my own space
By years of overturnin every stone face
Army of one and I got the right troops
I done ran

in and out
Oxygen in my blood
I'm calculated in my movements like a TI81
A machine on the keys
Workin' way after the sun
In that city by the sea
It's

Hey songwriter, where have you been
I haven't heard from you in a long time my friend
That first album you dropped got me through a lot
I played it

And pantsuits owned by Hilary Rodham,
So just do me a favor
Take this album and blast it
And Understand you just been blessed With an instant classic
This is what

I was told by all my teachers I have instability. I move alone and in silence because I live in this city
I'm pretty antisocial, not much life in my

take a shot are you gonna chase it
In a crowded room I see no faces
Only by yourself I see you facing me
Only for the night you find your space in me

And yeah of course I know what you think
Well you're right 'cause I'm on the brink
I'm buried here inside this place
All by friends that lie to your

I gotta white face
Tell me can you have black thoughts with a white face
I was brought up on this music taught by its influence
So much I never

Oh my god, are you somebody?
Swear I'm your biggest fan
I used to like all the old shit
Before you sold out to the man

I never bought the album
I

myself 
For a long time, 
But it made me a soldier
Touching the field, 
Made so much on my own 
That I cannot fuck with a deal
Staying my way out of court

album on Adderall, fuck it though
Nowadays I need a dose of reality
Couple grams of life and a few lines of family
My mom told me this is like some

But that's a compliment
Plus y'all fucking with the realest on the continent
Independent solo content by the boat load album number 1 with no promo
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