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the music itself 
The shelf, well it was stacked with em - stacked to the maximum 
Old school, before R&B became an acronym
The Commodores, Ojays, Isleys,

peaking yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Wake up and I say goodmorning to 4 different bitches yeah
She just shot her shot by likin' my old shit on Instagram
1942

feeling old, no going out I'm making music from home
Drop a song and people calling me a genius
Im just bringing fire to the people like Prometheus
Tedious

Song lyrics
Hook:
I wear my stunna Glasses at night
So i can So i can Go
Scraper Whip Them whistlin pipes

I wear my stunna Glasses at night
so i can

That's what my brudda told me
Keep it in the streets and fuck The law until the day it's over
It feel good passing by my nigga Both of us in foreigns

best right 
Here on stage
This song is a tribute 
To a good old friend of mine 
And  he's a damned 
Good triangle player
And he's standing right by my

catching them fish like
They were going out of style
And singing a song by ole Hank

Ya I stood there for a while in disbelief
Holding my fishing pole
I

and blue-r, underneath horse manur-er
C. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)

It was down to the old Joe barrom
On the corner by the square 
They were serving the drikns as usual 
And the usual crowd was there

I was down

Pick like eeny, meeny, miny, moe 
Ima catch whatever by the toe 
You know I am not you're average joe 
Tell her ima go and ima go
I just wanna grow, just

who produced the beat (Ha a Man) It’s K-TLEM who produced the beat (yeah)
I'm inspired by Joe Budden now I Rob the Rich (yeah)
Still waitin' for

trolls
My songs are like honey, they never get old

Six feet deep, biography wrote
A book full of tales, the best ever told
Out of this world, no ordinary

drop me a feather
Before cancer took joe
Him n Niko made life better
They took me plus my garbage
And showed that it's treasure
Zee Zee got married
Went

RITA ELLERBY 
V1 8
Rita Ellerby on her way to grade school ,
Passing by jits rocking 2 live crew,
Rita Ellerby on her way back home,
OG'S under trees

Things ain't been the same since Bill withered away
No sunshine but a chance of acid rain 
cs the nation gasp in pain, cloudy days forming
Joe

don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm

average Jack
Or should I say Joe, I don't know
But I got more bars than the average flow
I spit it real fast or spit it real slow
But whenever I'm spitting

gone by the night
Only part I like is bad bitches, money and the flights
I'm addicted to promethazine, codeine and sprite
I ain't tripping off no hoes,

Lennon
When you dropped by in heaven?
cnd how does it feel to be back?
Walking on rosy stained glass
The cow had a heart attack

Now they all wait in lines

I lie all day
Trembling and half reclined
In this hospital bed
Propped up by my

Old cold pillow with
Another magazine
My bifocals lost
So I couldn't

It was down in old joes barroom
In the corner by the square
The drinks were served as usual
And the usual crowd was there 

Next to me stood big Joe

It was down in old joes barroom
In the corner by the square
The drinks were served as usual
And the usual crowd was there 

Next to me stood big Joe

been dead since 2006-ish
Dude down in the skids
Look who drowned with the fishes
Code Brown
My hoes now coked out and addicted
Hope not for eviction
Joe

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I ain't even gettin paid like, they scared to get on song wit me
I'll turn their website into a gravesite
You fake thugs wouldn't harm