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the air, and my mother's really funny when she walks in the room all worried, like....innit.........

i've had flashbacks, i've had all the shit, i thought i

brethren and we know each other well
Open another bottle, got a few up in the air
To the block, I solemnly swear, to always keep it player
One cup, one L,

pick up like wassup Are you stuck
Tell me whatever you need cousin
Fuck it I'll figure it out
Twenty something still stuck in this house man I've been

blasted like muskets, I'm feeling crass so I must spit facts
Something's up with the Jav
He's in love with money but what a dummy, doesn't he make enough

M.I.A. CIA TSA PSA
M.I.A. CIA TSA PSA
It would be a shame if something were to Happen
M-M-M-M-M.I.A. bitch he might go M.I.A. A
Peepin on my social

the hallway
I used to be a dreamer with my empty hands
Now I'm GSU, when it comes to bands
Expeditions in exotic lands
Shit was not by accident, it was all

nephew Z'aire
I pray you breathe better air
Cause mine been clouded by gun smoke
I'm gaspin' it's hard to breathe
I'm prayin' for Xavy Xav and lil Maxy too

that knot that gets all caught up in your throat
Then as soon you try to gasp for air
You fear that you might choke
Everybody around you but you feel

by how they shop in designer stores listen, we don't make them kind of songs
nigga! 
Follow the G code, stick to the street code, animal rap, right now

tell me how you feel 
now that you are nearly there get your hands  in the air 
and don't forget to chant we don't care we don't care 

get your hands in

Niggas tryna rap on my tracks
Polluting the air I breathe
Mama told me touch the sky
I'm commuting where heaven be
Tasting music heavenly
An angel

hard to find
But I'm easy to lose
Ain't surprised by half the things that
I see in the news
Fake outrage that ain't something
I'm really into
Sticking

sound alike you need to face facts
Footy on the board wanna skate that
She sitting on my face imma taste that
From the Oh and in the A you know what it do

the breeze
Of fresh air cease
The moment feed
The knowledge seed

To the peeps you greet
If you got beef
You're never alone
In these streets we own

We lead

to this trophy yeah this my trophy nigga
You see the pain up in my eyes but you ain't never see me cry
I been doing it as a youngin running shit since I was

could say at least I tried though
At least I tried
You gone miss me when I'm gone
And you all by yo lonely
Really bittersweet I find another one to hold

on with you
Like, something seem off about you
Shit, I don't know, bro, I don't know, I just feel something in the air

Falling Down

Cunninlynguists

Southernunderground

2003

Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife
From the house work that I did, to the kids, even our sex life
She said I was crazy so I threatened to prove

mentally pick locks
To all of my abundance I shoved in a ziploc
Levitating naked in the air with only pink socks

Welcome to the new world
We can shift time

in my city and that shit is proven
You would think its madden by the shit that we be doing
Got the AP on the wrist and the clip on my hip
Pulling up

slack
Poet, skept, r3tro and spade one
Got flows that regulate all you bums

Yo I put my heart and soul into words in
Which I write, misguided by

Or acts like he does for abundance
Shorties prolly hate doing smut shit
But prolly got it set in they head
This is just how the world works
Air starts

why
It's not necessarily because you're lazy
But because of what's engraved in your brains by those crazy
Commercials and advertisements from

been beautiful as never
Dense yet the same as the stars in the sky
Shining faintly, blinded by street lights
I'm a close observant swim-wandering the air