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spectrum of our art
The watercolour of our escape
& the twilight bread of our ancestors

Maybe the grace you hold
By your carriage is a sign
To shining

Kaka-rot

You know the greats don't type it down I keep my hand on lock
Unless I'm sitting on the toilet flushing rappers out
When I touch mics they all in

my guitar down in the subway stations
And hope for some poor working man to throw me a dime
Well she looked like Louise Brooks from one of them old

defense is shook
bucs break teams down like they all were taught
and wearin brass by keyshawn yo da ball is caught
he outta here TOUCHDOWN!!!
man screw

on the wall
But she wants to be sure
Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings

In a tree by the brook
There’s a song bird who sings
Sometimes all of our

no grudge against you"
and my dick felt long and hard

"I am the man for which no God waits
but for which the whole world yearns
I'm marked by darkness

pull up on Holmes rd
Gotta watch that nigga cuz he comin like the popo
Betta watch ya bitch I got game by the boatload
Foot on they necks money bags in

Spend the L-G, we don't give a fuck if I want it to pull down
I'm layin' it down
Ayo, Roscoe, go get him

Spin it 2-D, cause you know I'm a menace
How

caught Pinocchio by his nose,
but he wriggled away and ran back home.
There was no one at home because Geppetto was still out looking for him.
Suddenly

at the stove and in the oven
Man calm down its comin'
Be patient because you know
I'm up to something yeah
Aye yeah
And if I'm honest I had that dream since I

pride

Know that when I wrote it, transparency came off my chest
Even off the record, I talk with my chest
How many of em down when the objects hit

need me a whole
Doing 180's, I learned how to pivot
Regardless of views I stay pushing my limits
Don't pay any mind to those fooled by the digits
If you

see a video, I think about titty, TV 
I want to know where the dough go 
I'm dirty southern skies, I'm undercover 
errr! Hit it raw, no rubber 
Brooks

outta Stoney Brook
Pull ah ski by myself, yea, I'ma lonely crook
I'm not ah dealer, I be jackin (I be jackin)
He not realer, he just rappin
Sliden

Just know you're not alone on this lonely road
The one less traveled
No you're not alone
Know you're not alone uhh
I see you just getting by
But

revert 
Two thumbs down Roger Ebert 
You are not a servant of you eat first 
That's research within the verse 
It's a long journey pee first I'm good
Let's

a strainer, poisoned by the waiter
Drown in the dirt, eat a fuck for a chaser
Pardon me Barbie, this ain't a party for you Kramer
Marking me the maker if I

and love that time flies by
And we've all got that one dog on demon time
He really thought the price was fine, but I cut the line
Stop it, uh, all of your

she was chilling in her home
Murdered George Floyd he was trynna cash a check
Murdered Willie Brown found him hanging by his neck
Murdered Rayshard

Round for round
Your bound to wound up
Down on the ground brook
Found your pouch but
Now all your pounds took
What you give is what you get
That's what

Yea
Motha fucka
Yea
Back to collect my motha fuckin rent
Chang chang
You know
Its that murder I wrote shit
Pay up or lay down
Yea
Motha fuckas in

outta yourself, by assumin
(YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the mics up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
(Turn that shit all the way up,

Brook like Kelly
Ain't got a penny
Still going halves on a twenty
Man, I got an awkward style like "Sugar" Ray Lenny
Tekky, I'm ready when you're ready
I

Picture your name carved into the shelf
Like Brooks out of jail never felt he was free
Now imagine a life where you tried for you dreams
And accomplished