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hold in the 1950’s when we were already entranced by baseball, bikinis and the boob tube. We invented manned flight, atom bombs, and duct tape before we

tryna find my spark
But ain't nobody wanna spark it up
We started it back then
But ain't nobody believed in us
Like damn
Should've seen the shit I planned

the mayor, the city is mine
Fix is the truth quit with the lies
I shit on the booth meticulous rhymes
Then I go back and get on the go
Pat on the back kissing

amounting to
A worm and spitting sperm
At the rate of one hundred miles per hour?
Two thousand guys at ya, you
Can’t turn your back
You fight ‘em in your face

the pad padded
Man she Pat Patterson, the way she coming out
Of her pants and I lay her ass on the mat, mattress
She can spend a day in her thoughts

a motherfuckin' mine
Aye, I step in this bitch and I clutch this weapon
I get paid by the second, I'm finna blow bitch I'm destined
They gotta pay me the way that

a minute
I've been in the lab cooking up new music
Stacking up these records
Feeling therapeutic like (uh)
I want a new benz, want a new coupe
Stacking money

about
Imma real ass nigga from da muthafuckin country dirt roads in dis bitch 
You kno im talking bout

Im ridin followed by 2 hoes
Smoking on dat lou

a running back
You in the field
While I'm running track
You jumpin' ship
While I'm jumpin' six
I'm dumping shit
You pumping shit
Just pump your brakes
I don't

a gun and Awready had some ass
Stealing product from Joe selling the shit in class reflecting back on the past like HA you have to laugh
From picking up

And we have to work twice as hard for a nice pat on the back
And as we climb the ladder, aspiring for the top
More often than not we’re stymied by

almost killed me
As soon as i stepped out of the cryogenic lab
Luckily, Emi saved me from there, uhh we are in for some real troubles soon
Umm, so take

the temple of Apollo 
at Delphi. The hair on my arms and the back of my neck 
was standing. I had goosebumps and felt like I might 
piss in my pants. I had

I'm worthless.
Still, I know that I deserve this.
When I had nothing to lose, my emotions held me back
Meemaw turning in her grave when I replay my

great
Call us trash, Friday we gon see whose
Bad, eleven look like he made in a lab
Twenty-eight take your soul then he go fishing
One-five in your girl's

me with hell When I was raised in the Projects
So from bruise to scars to Sitting on cars that ain't Ours
You realize the truth
That we the Stars.
Nas

You're All Dying

Necro

Gory Days

cut to the beat
Machinery dragging you by ya feet
If ya hungry you're dying to eat
Choking on Alpo with a scalpel in your adam's apple
And a calico slug

You think you're the best
But I concur
This beat so bad
Got me thinking in the lab
I'm thinking bout snapping
I'm never relaxing
I feel like the captain

ball
Back pressed on brick wall
Watch the odds stack up against you
Tell me where you going now
When these chips fall
I won’t be stuck on this block in

poetry, this is rapping
Wrapping up my craft, working in the lab you see
What's the problem, Gabe? Aren't you big and tough?
Then why you actin' like

NSGM unh
I ain't perfect by a long shot ball bounce back whenever I take a long shot
The projects just the new slave quarters
Massa come round

ability
Along the way some niggas just wasn't feeling me
Niggas lost faith and quit on me
I just tuck 'em in the back of my memory
One monkey don't stop

Sway this is a dream of mine
Before I even rhyme
I don't want to be defined by
These rhyme scheme of mine
They put me in a box labeled
"too ahead

I'm being Giannis, ima block it
You can take your quarter back, you not a dime, not in my pocket
Dhubli in his prime he ball like Harden on the fucking