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and Bizarre hate each other
Fuck you
Fuck Low Key
Fuck that nigga
Talking 'bout he battled me and beat me
Fuck you
And when I see you on the streets
I'm in your

feels comfortable. When I say 4, breathe in deeply again.
And again release the air smoothly.

By the time I reach 0, your mind will be silent.

It’s okay

worried, stuck up in the house, it drives you mental
Prevention better than any cure. People scared to embrace each other out of fear
Drinking Corona during

to 10...
with each subsequent digit you return to the state of feeling the physicality of the body...
I count ... 1 ..., 2 ..., 3 ..., 4 ..., 5 ..., 6...,

four and five 
Put silencers on the 4-5's
Only bust if I say bust 
We gon keep this eff boy alive
Man number six 
You climb the gate and buzz me in, yo

at the Laundromat is convenient
But not very punk rock
My job is to arrange things
Created by other people
Capitalism is the most natural of all social systems

Fuck them niggas, put a K behind they name
Scoring bucks by my lonely, feel like Giannis without Dame
Bad bitch wanna fuck me and I aint even get her

Ya bro they're just out here trying to divide us man
Divide and conquer with these mind tactics
They want us to hate each other
So we need to fight

lost it to a sewer
I worked a silly nine to five job
Nigga worked a silly nine to five job yeah I had a problem
Really wanted to get it all by myself

This is the last transmission I will be able to send.
I have crash-landed on a strange planet
And have been captured by its inhabitants.
They call

where do we go when we die
Oh my god
We gon take em back to Harlan drive
Three years ago to now everything changed
Nigga wow
Four years ago we was just

Real playas get chose like the homie Lil O so the dough come and find me
I'm always in my mode so everywhere i go bro it's three or four behind me
I spit

sometimes the only way out is real narrow, 
and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs, 
made ya look!
what do you do is the lone pariah

Counting down the time until the day
When we can see each other again
But I know that once we start to talk
We'll forget how long it's been

Oh, it's

never quit i5 (They want my spot)

This rap business is a motherfucker
It's hard to socialize when you
Surrounded by fake motherfuckers
Through the mist

Leaving Beirut

Roger Waters

To Kill the Child/Leaving Beirut

2005

bespectacled, moustached, irritated, distant, late
The other, the one who had spoken,
Frail, fifty five-ish, bald, sallow, in a short sleeved pale blue cotton

a thang for Hennessy Hennessy & me relate to each other & we got chemistry but the champagne got me 

10.Sip after sip of the Hennessy brings back memories

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. The 12 king pimp commandments!

Uh
It's pimp gator
Peep the ?

A king pimp's been here for years representin'

Need eyes behind my head to watch my back
In that Trackhawk, but I'm so fly
I'm in that hawk track

Yeah (Bitch) baby, you can't get the recipe
Baby, you

voice has got friends
It's hard to decode which is which on the fly
The rainstorm behind these eyes collects another drop
In each and every single

to Stylez join the congregation
And these other rap niggaz they ain't in the conversation
Yeah I'm back like Mike wit the 4-5
Bang wit good aim I guarantee

Aquamen

Sporty Thievz

Street Cinema [Bonus Track]

1998

behind the boat creeping
Now I'm thinking 'I hope he's sleeping' we both peeped him like
Fuck the others, he saw me, I seen him
So I ran in they boat

to tend to
You know, Baby Gravey- behind my name and shit
I mention his name 'cause I don't see none of these other pussy-ass rappers
Jigga my

reminder of the choices we made.
But holding on won't heal the scars we bear,
It's time to release each other with tender care.

Verse 6 (Female):
Our love