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till I'm winning like Adele 
Carried by a trend there's no wind in your sails
Live on a set like I'm Christian I Bale
Levels when I do it I don't believe

Live and Die

Nappy Roots

The Pursuit of Nappyness

2010

Uh, that's right
Uh, know what it is

I remember mix-tape exclusive, no-name producers
You wasn't hot till you sold by all boosters
Run up in

She told me she needs some fun
With my love cos she's all alone
She said she's got something for me
So I'm gonna leave here early
Yea I'm gonna meet her

perfect
I was in the trenches where I come from
Made it in my city I ain't never run
You don't call me Wop call me James Bond

I hit the gas I'm always

the early since man I sacrifice sleep for my melody

Nothing whey u tell me when I never see have been through hell and. Calvary chineke na zam e dey cover me

like a rich nigga, treat her like a hoodrat

(Verse 2)
I did this shit by myself I never needed no help 
They tried to mix me for the cheese and then

dudes will gas you up
I leave the E by the needle

I'm just in lust

Think that I'm in lust yuh (yeah yeah)
Yeah man I know I don't love her 
But dang I

I had the strangest dream last night
All my fears they took to flight
But I realised come the morning light
I still need you

The early rain it

(Yeah)
Y'all really goin out sad

Why is you broke? you mad, I got two bad bitches callin me dad
(Yeah)
I wake up early im chasin a bag, im sippin

Well deserved the hate gone eat you if you a jealous person 
Manifest with words a flower grow when you tell it flourish 
I'm lit by accident me I'm

searching, calling for release
I got no key
Bitch I need belief that I can be the me I see in dreams
It's surely a piece of my being
The path goes further down

And If I hold it down, you could stay forever
But I don't know

I bet you talk about me with your friends (I already know you)
Now that we speak no

On the wrong side of the blade
But I guess that shit was fate
Aye I'm with Paco
Know he wouldn't trade on me
If he was given the chance
But I was by my dolo

True

Esham

Boomin' Words from Hell

1990

said go to jail or give me that shit you been smokin 
I said cool and didn't even think about it 
As for the True, never leave home without it

the struggle I hustle
Slinging grams by the bundle
Leave ya head in a puddle
Don't try to play with my money
I got that thirty round clip
Packing fresh hollow

Its up now baby its stuck
They can look but they can not (ugh)
They gon' hate so I keep that tucked
All this ice on me like pucks
I work hard I don't

complain my soul detached like a membrane
Futurama with the Benz Imma level past your lane
Like look up it's me bitch
Cruising scenic paint job you never

guarding Dwayne Wade
Ya peg legged bitch bout to get nutmegged by Pelé
I'm coastin' like your momma's coffee table
Just call me Prince and drop the labels

Lost Dancer

Steril

Egoism

1996

again no chance to leave me beggin'
For your life, we stick together until I flow away and die
The only system is to serve the song sound by sound

Fuck your story, its the villain, in slimevile
Doing all my math, keeping my eyes peeled
Mystic, the master, a bra kadabra
I'll make me a meal
You're

the same stale yet fluctuating
Factors even at the track
I watch the horses run by and it seems
Meaningless
I leave early after buying tickets

Most days I wake at 5:30, can't believe it's still that early
Seems like I just feel asleep
It's another long day, life's wasting away with this busy

see what I see more hoes to finesse
Its a long line gotta get through rest
Wake up early in the morning just to put them in check
Got her driving me

the lab
These niggas adding seasonin
To me sauce
Throwing salt
Cause I’m drippin
But that ain’t gone stop a nigga
By that stop sign ima get it
No stop signs