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...Crushed by... wither away

...Torn apart

Doors opened valley

Falls into devoid glams



Numb opacity

Guises misled



Of black I'm covered

Silently I

a second 
Now it's too late 
Killed it again 
Yea that's true mate
Hate if you want 
A view is a view 
Ay 
Who said what 
I cannot talk 
Yes I'll make it 
I

and deceit and lies 

Abjured by him the same 

Trials inquisitions of witches 

Dogmas blighted scars 

But if they could only see within 

The consciousness

to you by telephone
From the Oval Room of the White House.
For every American,
This has to be the proudest
day of our lives....
Neil Armstrong, Buz Aldrin

1. Welcome to the 21st century
Welcome, welcome
21st century
2. 6 years - 6 nights
I wait six years - I wait six nights
Wind this rope - a second

ever trippin' I be steady skipping t.o.p. it is my second mission (yeah)
You gon' be a rapper they ain't ever missing and a money mission is my first

in line and they wanna compete 
Keep it real low now Im being discreet 

Top, top, stacking my shit by the time 
I know all these niggas do crime 
I

white teeth deep into leather
2000 Years of pain for just
7 Seconds of cheap hot pleasure

Take time
Slow Down
Gonna make yourself crazy
Running around

with stones and sticks,
Everything going up except the wage that you get,
We hustle for every cent,
Cause 7.25 aint gone pay the rent,
We die for stuff

I'm not (wait, yeah)
I'm not

Second-hand smoke, fucking up my chest
Like you as you are, can you air my text
I feel out of time, closing in

like I ain't enough
With you it's different, you scare me I'll admit it
I wanna know you baby, you've got me trippin' lately
We talking 24/7, but you got

a lil liquor
Show my real affection
That's enough of questions
All the second guessing
Never one to fight
That's my own aggression
I put myself on trial

the racks I been seizing
Put the C's in a duffel I got em straight off my hustle
The Seven Seas in my tongue, teeth, and my tonsils
The flow can never be

right by the Greggs
I was sixteen when I got two heads (yeah)
Ask SE15 when the gang first caught them an M (bap)
T- weren't alone, he got bored with

entree and you just fucking crust from a pizza
Who you know better reppin' this shit twenty-four/seven
Independent, runnin' a label and still out here

All on me, all on me, all on me

Las Vegas legend (he a legend)
Seven years been on this shit since '07 ('07)
Did it first so which nigga gon' do it

bought two of your last seven inches
It's my lunch hour
I brought nothin' but gun powder
But ya gotta tell me, what's new
I got a lot to do it came

at
The top of the steps
If it go to game seven or I sweep it in four
I make sure that my sneakers
Keep squeaking on floors
I'm busy on a day to day
Some days I

finger
Sippin' imaginary elixir
Heard this beat through the grapevine
Extra loops in my rhymes my fame lasts about
Seven seconds online
About as long

good
Old fashioned grill whippin' let me ask you
Bein' coached, how does it feel?
You're stuck in that triangle
Second best on the Bull-shit
For real

the mist
Got a shotty that ya grippin that's it
('s it) stop at the door, window down
I take a look inside and I see no dro
(No dro)
Live by the gas so we

I've been thinking
Years have gone by and it's only the beginning
Time to clear the slate and leave it all here
Tryna be sincere and I did shed a tear

slid on that boy he ain’t even expect it 
If I kick in your door it’s too late to regret it
I prayed for my soul in the light of the seven
He showed my

gotta focus on ball
He say he down for least 7 
when come out he need me to be a star. 
A lil later he sentenced and I caught a growth spurt. 
God giving