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(I get to clock in)
I get to to work I get to clock in, new album, I'm trying to drop it
In my division you be lacking, ain't putting up with

nothing by hold my tribe down
You sicken my blood, you blood hounds
What do you do when no one is around
I'm staking my money up from the ground
I take off

crushed
At the altar of the self, yes
They give us Hell
Words are metaphors agreed upon as I can tell
Freedom is a musical solo played
By a writers pen

on the pages with the pen that drops ink I devour
A hound that towers on my competition
No coward and bound to scour so that props are given
Nice with it, like

Gotta Love It

PRhyme

PRhyme 2

2018

down in the DM, even your stock
You gotta love it, bitches after me, hassle me by the dozen
If she can't have me, she ask do I got a brother
I

questions later
Step by step we fail and
Move steady to the lowest point like a escalator
MLK the 3rd said not to only look at the ones who rage in darkness

wifin up a thot
New year new me
I got everybody waiting til I drop
Look
I went fishing on a yacht
Oh but of course
I was rocking my Nauti
I always knew

me you paying the fees
We coming for blood and take it through siege, and dropping this single just for a tease

When I speak you need to listen up

Wish a fuck nigga would try to best me
Lil nigga I walk with my bestie
Get the drop from my lightskin bitch
Whatever it take she calling him sexy
If

I Spit fire like a welder
They melt when I tell the 
Story like Zelda
A lion in the Selba
Streets on fire cuz the 5-0 failed ya
The place we live

so smooth with the lay up
I can never lay down I will never break down
Dropped Who Knew now it's who know what to say now
Drop 6-4 got my ceilin'

hood
You can't go back
I might call Zod up and do
A drill with your strap
Matter of fact, call that bitch in LA
Get your bracelet back
I was making drops

Verse 1: 

I lay down bars by the milli-on

Maintain my par- uh! Far beyond

The average spitter- need this elixir

But mine's NaturAL- love my style

I could outwrite you with my hands behind my back
I could outsing you I just got it like that
I just been waiting for right time to attack
Watch

a Wiki
Helping homies get the cheese quickly, Johnathan Lipnicki
In stuart little. I wanna do more you won't expect me on
That movie was written by M.

Act III Scene 2 (Shakespeare)

Saul Williams

Saul Williams

2004

the last in line.

If you have tears prepare to shed them now. For you share the guilt of blood spilt in accordance with the Dow Jones. Dow drops fresh

me
Now I'm here all by myself
So now try and tell me who ain't real
Damn
Who would've thought
That I would take this path
Stupid little bitches
Imma

It taught Me all I ever know
Am forever proud of the Street
Common

I was raised by two brothers Poverty and Pain
These brothers, put me through hell

Was tortured by the rain when it drop
Put a gauge for the thoughts, blast it
It's gone in a flash
Hoping to smash his feelings and
The hope that he had

hate the ones warning of the doom they just want us to sit in a room to just die
Because that's the attitude imparted by retarded leadership preaching

a convertible
Nigga to drop the top
Bitches take they bra off by themselves
Then i'm on top
Niggas changing like a traffic light
But i don't stop
Not till i

mayne/ I gotta drop the meat/ I can’t eat no more big mama fat back and know what? It’s just time to eat too live (echos) (fades)

This shit in my blood I'm going far no matter if I'm way up[00:17.46]Ain't for this spinning shit I'm staking the cake up, straight up[00:20.85]You

it's flicking
Like the end of a cig
You feel me my nig
Time ticking it's looking
Like the end of a cig
You feel me my nig

You feel me my nig
I let it go