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make sure you pay my music respect nigga
I mean that from the bottom of my heart
You see my art, is all I have
And victory tastes sweet, even when

Hurting ya sons 

Guns and rifles 

Put niggas to sleep just like NyQuil 



Your vitals is off the charts 

These bars is a work of art

And just like

smashing barrels, but I'm not finding cash
I'm scanning the environment, image enhanced
if I could envision it, I would see the shiny path

It's not

it's ingrained
To envision my hand grippin' on the wood grain
With a ruby glistenin' off the pinky ring
And a smile through the window courtesy of Johnny

and you think he's got it in for you
His art pulls faces, his art cracks jokes, a ukulele in an airport lounge 
And you feel so jealous, you feel so

I read, my art is starting to bleed and receding
It's alive
Even though I'm woke up, this so sucks
How 'bout my throat cut

Just a thought,

Painted portraits on a digital screen Pencils and filters, it's all make-believe
A world of art and history, but what's beneath
Is there something

The prohibitions surely ended but that first grams never safe. 
Its all ours for the taking 
And once snatched smoked and gone 
We'll post the vid on social media

Ye thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil for thou art with me
Thy rod and thy staff comfort me
Thou preparest

The emotion we all feel when becoming aware of our powerlessness to the unfairness or our existence is the crux of all art and struggle.  
Many

your bills, your job and social media makes you sad,
and what about the man who broke your heart when he let you go?
Just forget him, just forget him.

And speaking of arc, art
And what does it mean?
Well nobody knows but I think our next topic should be about
(Music)
Digital media

CDs are fascinating!
I heard

media shit
Just ain't really for me
Working long hours
I'm just fighting for some time
Nigga doing what I can
But I can't even write a rhyme
I thought god

bloodsuckers like Blade with the torture
Of ultra violet exposure, radiate on theses posers
The Light of my essence, how I keep my composure
Our father, who art

a n**** 

i’m far from finished 
far from where i started wit it 


forever thankful for the way i was brought up 

feed into media i don’t even bother

august
You'd just to see the comments
All that social media shit's nonsense 
I was proud when he came out the closet
Keep my life modest
Never take

are means unbecoming the former
Is you for me?

In my mind there is wisdom
To design and envision
Or am I defined as a victim 
An outline to the system?

Life Under the Scope

Curren$y

Pilot Talk

2010

full court)
(Media press)

Yeah, my weed lit,
My glass chill,
Couldn't be concerned that's how a hater feel
Car service only opportunity for rest,
In

Keep listening to the media man
Synchronise, peel your eyes, it's part of the plan
You're just another cog in the machine
Starting to think this is

the things that I envision
I gotta strategise a way to end up right at the top
I'm instrumental to the game my heart it beats for hip hop

Hip hop to me it's

l'arène des médias
Pensant échapper à l'ordinaire

Réceptacle de l'illusion 
D'une liberté éphémère 
Incarnation de leurs vulgaires chimères

Chante avec

are not ideals to
Their form, but the material of Laibach, manipulation of self, remains an
Industrial production: art of the Third Reich, totalitarism,

fall victim to media hocus pocus

Take a trip to your mind and envision
The science and the knowledge is above comprehension
What the mind can discover

makes a fool out of you; it won't give you a reason
Love is an art; it takes form in more ways than you envision

What is this thing we keep on talking