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potions keep the secret that I told him
"Rocket finna blow up"
Aim for 42 Draconis
Sold em' on this tape before I sent the link across the modem
We

said didn't pan out 
Pan the camera to me I'm the man 
No block work baby we smoke by the strand now 
You ain't standing ten toes better stand down

it takes
Lightweight make the ground shake
Won't go it if that shits fake
Loverboy like my name drake
Going west on novocaine
Blowin up like

clutch my pole a little
When leezy knows a little

See I don't come around
I wasn't always like this
I fell n hit the ground
Got up and back to grindin

I

death is a dead memory around here. Hands arms outstretched for bless-ed  those willing to stand up to the next step

First off I'm starting off with

to me it's nothing
By the time this is through I'ma be something
It's time to show em what I'm all about
Look you in the eye and stand my ground
I

focused I be

I'm coping with stress by making my opponents deceased



They think I'm dozing just cause my flow is lazy/

But I'm just afloat in the ocean

reactions ugly in studios when I'm dropping something
You'll see the smoke from a mile away every time I cook up
That way niggas know that I'm coming like I'm

Into the ground
Got used to watching every year go by
With thoughts diluted I stood at the end
While my days turned into nights

Reliving

and your soul might not be right
And you can end up in the wrong place for eternal life
See hell is real and I pray this song can give you sight
Yeah I pray

I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous

Simple Dream by:QuinFlow 


Life is but a simple dream.
Dreaming of a perfect life
Illusions full of simple things
Making sure your spirits right

double E T-Z
With a Hennessy on my feet
Drink till my liver can't take no more n'
My soul tell me to take it slow
I do not have no self control
And I'm

Don't Say a Word

J Dilla

Dillanthology: Dilla's Best

2009

like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go

(I got chills)
(yea, yea)
Growing up we had lesser than less than
Felt his soul leaving his body he start to panic yea
What else was left to do he

and found me
Dug out the emotional wreckage around me
You were the rock that was tying me down
When I needed to fly you stood by to re-ground me
You helped me

I've been locked up in a den 
Seal my pain up in a pen 
I'm in sixes and sevens 
But it doesn't add to ten 
You know you were heaven 
But, without you

the ground, smack the pavement loud
Imma go hit up my homies and tell them that we should be livin' inside of the "now" (Got It Right now)
Not later, no favors,

Because I know them both
I choose to play with no rules
I know the truth and I don't lose
If you can't ground
I'll strum it up like a frequency found
Time

coffin
Dying off
But I'm still walking
Had a lot of other options
Picked up my lung off of the ground
Then kept talking
Tormented by the Mental Morbid

Live or Die

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

Pac
Or end up in the flames
'cause It's just too hot

Yeah, I heard your album
And Baby boy it was wac
Murder lyrics, deceving spirits sung over

It was written in the stars that our
Paths would intersect and intertwine
Connected in the heart in the mind
So divine it had to be done by design
I'm

the blunt and I wake up like Jesus on the Third Day
Call me Mr. Thunder Man 'cause I rain on bitches
Put you in the ground, this rain will be your witness

I'm waiting for a waning sign
And rotting in the dark grounds
Isn't gonna change my life
But as long as I can hold my breath
I'll pick up the pieces