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and a spare in the back Lord who could ever ask for more Sitting up high as the world goes by Kicking-up dust in your tracks It's a matter of pride
the way Working in a factory eight days a week Try to make dollar, damn what a beat Cartoon capers happen in reality Rich man, poor man, living in
Check, live from the 7-1-8 Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weight I'm wishin arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle How
And them bomb beats To make me move Color of dead Looks like the future is history Why you dissin me Ain't no mystery On the outside peekin in End of your
For the groove And them bomb beats To make me move Color of dead Looks like the future is history Why you dissin' me ain't no mystery
the way Working in a factory eight days a week Try to make dollar, damn what a beat Cartoon capers happen in reality Rich man, poor man, living in
an 8 stack Put it my grey sack put it on my back then I move on asap I am music but I am not a rap My name eski I'm sitting on the clouds where
a decent And safe place to live (yeah, that's right) And if we start dotting the Black Community with businesses (YEAH) Opening up factories (WHAT ELSE?)
"It's Mr N on that track" (Verse 1) Pull up, pull up, We naughty from start till school's done Other classes getting jealous Coz they know 8G is
We look up at the night sky X3 cnd see our past twinkle right by, The future reflected upon the waters that lie below, cnd the fleeting present
and history A calamity from the skies, on a crash course to collide Finite and fragile, Impotent and ephemeral Eight billion breaths force-fed with ash
I am the streets, the future I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future They gettin' money, they makin' hit
My goodness, my gracious, shell told a beat us with the fat blue racist Hand full of aces, trumped up dumb trunk white wall paces Drink till you
that's restricted We criticize producers 'til they joints are right Then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light Hitting them from well
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free And separated from hell by
paint fresh as I'm is Minding my biz flat no fiz At my own pace track star shit Had to flip the beat still so unique One of ones what I'm slipping on my
up) Heard the beat, my first thought is, "I'm bout to beat this the fuck up" (yeah) Talkin' all that tough talk, like, "Fuckboy, come run up" Real
die by mine) Is this the new national anthem (America, you created a monster that refused to beat noise, the ? Is up) Is this the new national anthem
Run the track Ooh, it's, it's so funky, it's, it's so funky (Yes it is, 15 after da' hour, baby) Ooh, ooh, it's, it's so funky, it's, it's so
Today is Tuesday, or is it Wednesday? I lose track of time We are walking along the roadside Your hand is in mine Shops are closed, guesses are open
fuck it, you're right Hot chicks and Kung-Fu, you can't beat that Can't beat that at all (Surface contact in ten nine, eight, seven, six, five)
came on a makeshift main stage, and sentenced to in an inoperable eight bit frame rate, for that i made a game play, reborn torn, at the ministry
(EarlOnTheBeat) haha, say (Dun Deal on the track) My nigga say "Hi!"s mama don't like them (Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas) Psh, I don't
The city on our back, we was the opening act Throw our tapes in the crowd, they throw 'em right back But we stayed on track, they stayed on the tracks I
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