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Voices

Mystik Journeymen

Worldwide Underground

1999

tough to have fun? 
Frisked at the door so I know it ain't the gun 
In your waistline that got you shootin daggers in my face 
When I rhyme - times

sequel's in the background for now, sorry
A little longer until that album's out
Doubters can either back down, tap out or bounce
Either way, pay that no

on that? You a joke on tracks
You get killed by the shit that I ghost on tracks
Y'all don't even know half the shit I wrote on tracks
But time will tell,

posted on the block
With a brick, drug house and me
I'll be turning white to gold fiends, love the alchemy
Yeah I know I'm nice, won't hold the door for no

Running outta ink, I still goin' write
Raising the damn bar of musical excellence
Rappers sound illiterate, while I express eloquence
My album is

concur that I'm here to conquer conquistador 

No puppeting  

No Kankuro

Who really want war

King Kong at your door

Motherfucker really want smoke

shit
That's just too bad look here swim faster kid
Glad I admit i'm stuck being myself
If you need help go marathon my albums kid
Mounding it y'all

of my family mad 
Would have thought I killed him with my own hands, my bad!
I was by his side in cfrica, the pressure was spectacular 
Evicted from my

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
Something 'bout it felt like home somehow, and I
Left my scarf there at your sister's house

the moment and day
I emerge and get to the trophy and fame
I don't need none of that
I'll get through like a running back
Head down by the grace of God
Them

in this room by all these blank expressions
They can't hear a word I'm saying so there goes the message
They can pinpoint my flow, but solely it's not

thought you'd say it
Drop a new album just for you to hear it
You like to play me like a game
But this game you play will end today
Blonde hair
Green eyes

aye
Smashed her on the floor right by the door you know I couldn't waste any time aye
She say she so sore but she want more so I'mma give her a little

T-shirt Weather in the Manor

Kano

Made in the Manor

2016

don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it

on every melody
Let it ride on every word
Let Your presence be made, manifest in every home
That this album is played
Father, we're asking for more

straight
Said I wasn't on my grind, must have been a deep fake
One day I'ma have it all for mastering this wordplay
Tryna play my album, but ain't no smoking

ik deed met de opps?
Zag je zijn face met de heat on my thing
Kijken en doen alsof hij het niet weet
Alle drie albums, die kwamen op één
Free al m'n

that you love me
They told me love was beautiful
So why I feel so ugly when I introspect
Memories I recollect are tainted
By the jaded frame of mind I

still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker

Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw

provide you the steps
Need to get lifting to put up my reps
Don’t cross Cheri love that woman to death
By God my God I never thought I’d be here
All these

that was me
And when I was there I didn't think the world wanted me having dreams
I tried to sleep
I locked the door
To lie at peace
But I was seen
By

I’m adjusting to this fast life
I’ll figure it out by myself I don’t need your advice
It’s complicated but I have to give this life a visit
I’m

out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty

to wake you up
This shit's sponsored by Utica Coffee
Tell the truth, I'm doing my laundry
Tell some lies and you'll be sorry
Half of ya'll ain't heard me