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with me later, don't fuck with me now
UAV fuck all your mumblin, why can't y'all speak?
Please
R.I.P. to all the fake people doubting on me hoe

Yeah

we go again
Industry niggaz they shiesty
Here we go again
Why are these niggaz so cap
Ain’t you tired of that
That’s why I stay by my Lonley
Only come

the first thing you said when you saw me is
Can I get a pic for the gram
I was like nah sorry man
I only socialize with the crew and the gang

Woah guess

headstones so they get back to the earth 

Still shinin, I'm the sun, wars increase by the ton 

Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, shot out your lungs

that shit just by the look in my eyes
Yeah, she can go all night, don't got enough of that time

Only if you want it, yes, I really want it
Only if you

I'm writing this flow to "Boom" by Primo and Royce Da 5 9
I'm inspired by this shit you can hear it in my voice and rhyme
I'm the type that spit

the great hereafter
You'll be great forever after

In our monstrous life hereafter

For our afterparty afterlife

Rest 
In 
Peace

R.I.P.

Treat her by the nook sneaky link roll tree like I know you hate the way I r a p bout my life 
To precise shoot a bucket 
They want that top flow well

In the Flesh

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

The Main Ingredient

1994

asking you to get with the pro-
Fessional, yo there's no question I can flow
Time to slide, you know the P.R. will provide
The real and still I feel

a mouth full of honey
I'm gonna hit the ground running R.I.P
You blew your cover when
You asked what my lyrics meant
Could try to circumvent
Turn it around,

the answer
R.I.P. the Black Panther
Feels like death’s around the corner
‘Lotta bodies at the coroner
Are they all due to corona?
I smoke too much marijuana

what they appear to be
360 degrees, understanding, equality, cipher
Killarmy goin take you on this flight, buckle up

[P.R. Terrorist]
The Last Poet

paradise
What I like she likes
That's why she's type
Only her prove me wrong when I think I'm right
Treat you nice n gently
Girl you know you are the one for

the young world go 'round

Hey, young world
Hey, young world
Don't you change, for the world (you gotta be you)
Hey, young world
Hey, young world
I saw

to y'all, one of my first cousins
He go by the name of Jazze Phizzel, Washingtonzel, c'mon

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
If you want it you got it, foreva
(y'all

JUST HERE FOR YOU CcN
R.I.P TO DEM cM NEVER GONNc
LET THIS HcPPEN cGcIN 
STOP PRETENDING cCTING LIKE
YOUR MY FRIEND I KNOW YOUR NOT 
YOUR JUST HERE FOR

Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

Quindon Tarver

Everybody's Free [To Wear Sunscreen]

1999

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '99
Wear sunscreen

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it
A long-term

tryna earn p
We lack motivation to yearn dreams
And get side tracked by absurd schemes
Less time for family and loved ones
More time for means

Christmas Wrapping

The Waitresses

Lost Christmas 2: Holiday Rarities

2015

I've been chasing all year
'Spending this one alone,' he said
'Need a break, this year's been crazy'
I said 'Me too, but why are you
You mean you

Let me break it down, "I" is my only needed vowel cause I'm a P I M P

If it's meant to be then it'll be one day
Before I close my eyes and go to sleep

Let me break it down, "I" is my only needed vowel cause I'm a P I M P

If it's meant to be then it'll be one day
Before I close my eyes and go to sleep

you all my best work
Wrapped inside your sweatshirt, writing you love letters
Enchanted, romanticize you
R.I.P. and die beside you
Another life but I

offer, give you all my best work
Wrapped inside your sweatshirt, writing you love letters
Enchanted, romanticize you
R.I.P. and die beside you
Another life

nigga (no cap)
You ain't no real P, you are no hitter (ha)
I tell my young nigga, "Go," he gon' go get him (go get him)
Put a switch on the whip, hit