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droppin', not another missin
Naturally, my talent, God give it
Comin' off the temple, North Philly
In the road, eatin' with the fork, nigga

Beefsteak, no

Fuck 'Em

Lord Finesse

Return of the Funky Man

1991

exactly
They used to laugh, joke, and try to fool me though
Saying (Man, you wasting all your time in the studio!)
I used to get dissed by the neighborhood

stepped down into the madness
The chasm it no longer hinders me
You're the designer who covers in ruby
Not with linens of Gucci or jewelry
Bridge is

like James harden on another game day

You know how I roll I’m like a bolder going down a mountain

Coming at your body but I already had you scared

king
Off screen I see you then we blasting
45 is automatic
Drop down do not panic
Glocky got a felony
Quicky turn the block static
Bitch I had the recipe

to the side
Betting on a dream
By betting my reality
Begging a higher power in a plea
‘Breathes’ just fucking let me be happy

Lusting for anything
That adds

n****s on I need a Trophy I'm snatching chains now
Bitch my name big wavy known to Stomp some shit way fucking Down
I put Kobe on my Cadillac this Bitch

a million ways
And it’s all in his name I pray, Now let the church say

Feeling like a motherless child, pain cuts into my soul
Its beating me down, can’t

a lyrical rapper
Could get love in the era
Of Future and Young Thug? I hit it
(hit it) raw, like Kurt's voice on Nirvana
Unplugged (down) now I'm watching

Ha

I can't wait i like good food on my plate
I can't wait
Aiyyo it's time to raise the stage
And by the way lA city!
By the way i hold it down every

for the
Flavor that I'm bringing you
Then slow down the tape and
Just savor my writtens
Recorded by myself and I pay for the mixing
Turn that shit up

Drop a name no not from me
I'll give a hint it start with A
Baby please we never made
I flick yo chip no frito lay
Money Piling up ain't
No contest bitch

Learning lessons in my feels
As I'm writing down my blessings to remember what is real
Now I'm still here
I've been fighting through some real fears
Real

my bitxhes diverse
He want some smoke 
He Get put in a hurse

Dont Kare bout no race
Bitxh I'm coming in first
You niggas is trash
You need to rehearse

out if it was me bound to fuck it up somehow
Now that I'm down from the fucking clouds I got a hundred rounds I'm coming for you this I vow
I will never

hurt before
I've been down in the dirt
I've been fucked before
I ain't ever let you in
What you pressing for?
What am I stressing for?
I no longer know

Uptown, gats out, up in coke wars
Bootleg, gun shop, up in both stores
Both grip, both hands held both fours
Ups downs, highs lows, seen both doors
Die

nigga runnin his mouth
That's a nigga that you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, catch the body, spit it and bounce
I'm druged up of an ounce

By drinking something of substance not sitting well in my stomach
Climb down from where I’ve been lofted
Wake Deven tell him let's walk

money, got hella time, get better from it
Got hella time, let's get her done it, not spending time on less or nothing
I'm mending lines so best is coming

at all
Never caved to peer pressure not influenced by y'all
Maybe destiny exists I'm an example of that
Maybe I'm blind to the fact we all under attack
I

I'm in bad mood
Because all I see in that fucking night is black
My heart is inspiring by that back
But all my pain's provided by these floor lamps
Only

One Life to Live

Shyheim

Ute Lemper Sings Kurt Weill, Vol. 2

1993

Terrorist Hymn coming soon
Album cover pitch-black like the sky, without the moon
To illuminate, in my dome-piece there lies a metal plate
Titanium, harder

Everybody boutta study when I wanna get the sloppy
I go down into the lobby found a good heavenly body
I'm not talking anybody she saw me as someone godly