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wouldn't do, I did 'em
Secrets below the service of truth I hid 'em
This mankind is past, but can he erase
The tears of a million years is human race

at the window steady 
Thinking of dreams, Ho!
When I hustle I get it by any means
Yeah that's any means necessary
Back in High School I was rapping with
Some

lift
See by nightmare here
But dreams come true
They said race wasn't a factor well that's just not true
See I followed them signs and they all blacked

me down
Then you crossed me
Ain't nail me down
You was by my side
But the railing down
When you call it's compelling sounds
You crossed the line get

give a damn
Always been a man focused with a plan but they will never understand 
Cuz they dont see my dream they just see the gleam they just read me by

When I'm gone, I hope it takes no thought at all
To reminisce at our old photos, stuck to rotted wall
Picturesque, full of lovely dreams
I'd never

guts in, you can't stop me
And you can bet I'm a threat, the white Spike Lee
I close my eyes and imagine palm trees
Then I realize I live by concrete

anxiety
Has got me biting my nails
And ripping the skin on the tip of my fingers off
I get writers block for two whole days
My mind is blank like a fresh

I hate watching my back torn by trust issues Wondering if people round really down for me are they sound for me
If I had a hundred disk on my hip

unequivocal But the flow's disgusting
How man try and claim he the best won't say with chest like Robitussin
It sounds a little wheezy So if I make a million

faking shit but I step out look like a million bucks
Sound good to you, you can't be scared to buy in
Past thoughts of being down now we heightened
That

Father Forgive Them

Cross Movement

Heaven's Mentality

1998

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear what they sayin
They really not sayin' nothin.' 
Finite man, rebellin' against infinite God
That don't even sound right

What's Clef [Bonus Track]

Pras

Ghetto Supastar

1998

kick is gonna reach ya
A new episode where the student kills the teacher
Any last words before I send you to your dream?
Hold my hands and pray

You

my shit down
And even deaf people know how sick my shit sound

P-L-A-Y-B-O-Y-hyphen-T
P-L-A-Y-B-O-Y-hyphen-T
P-L-A-Y-B-O-Y-hyphen-T

And they told me I need to take my
Time now I'm to fucking late to save You?
What?
Then shots rang
Out the barrel of a Glock aimed
By Michigan
State police

they dream jewels
Tune up the sound and make sum show money of pro tools

Y'all needa stop it for i up my rocket talking outta pocket get you buttered

But you don't smirk

I say a million words to you

Not a wink will do

Not a sound you will hear

cm I here

Or am I just a ghost

Silenced by what you

and looked to my right and my left
You have been there right by my side guiding me through every step of my human Journey
I feel the presence of God by my side

Sound the alarm
Another black boy done
Not by the gun but by the funds
Just a chance
But the sum, of all life
Won't divide
My music wanna make it
Still

or if I've even found a sound
But what I do know is it's all or nothing, and I've been teetering out

Don't wanna wait. No. More.

I got a fear of getting

nothing you can do about it
Use to to tell you about my dreams
But you would doubt em
Now I got a million streams
You can't hang me by your strings
Every

the fence
I'm counting my blessings, I'm counting the bodies
And names of the rappers I checked off my list
They say it's a track, it sound more like

soul for millions, ah
I don't need no black Ferrari
I am not no carbon copy
I just speak so silky smooth
And all your shit be choppy choppy
God sent me

and I tore it
Into a million pieces
Trusting that my intuition will lead us
Pledging allegiance nothing egregious between us
Hip hop ain't dead buddy that