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Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I

Cthulhu

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

(1st Verse)
Deep beneath the pacific ocean in full locomotion

She's Mine, Pt. 2

J. Cole

4 Your Eyez Only

2016

wish stuff was different here
But if I had a magic wand to make the evil disappear
That means that there would be no Santa Claus no more
To bring you

decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done

bastard, plastered
I'm gone off weed and acid, magic
My mind is doing backflips, gymnastics
All my albums classic
All these fake rappers they stay

the messenger, fire the preacher, they crow
Find the teachers, they don't 
I've been freed by fake folks
Stopping me, no they won't 
They won't stop my bank roll,

first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read

than Ronaldinho  
We'll be making 10 tens the dough 
Multi-Platinum albums and sold out shows 

My journeys been like a magic trick Pen and teller 
I

let you live and I stand by all my statements
You can keep the clout you seek
I am validated on the pavements
Lost some people on this journey
They say

Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school

Is this the intro
Oh it's mid-album
Well I would like welcome you to the Last Chance Stu
You know the album so nice, that we had to uh
That we had

madness?
Is it madness?
Is it madness?
Or is it madness?

Ripping every track that I'm rapping 
Like greatness is what we demanding 
But I never abide by no

on the craziest wave, album's a classic and I hopped on the stage
Caught a few planes, my pen getting static those tiny lil rappers they better behave
I know they

Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I

1 yeah
This album is dedicated to all the teachers
That told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above
The buildings that I

glory)

False alarms and false starts
All made better by the sound of your heart
All the pain of the last time
Prayed so hard it was the last time

the realms
Not only 7 heavens but their estrangement
And a fellow with a wicked pair of shades
But it's a good mourning for magic
Mother's sheltering their

(Hit-Boy)

A divine creature, ran through dimes, divas
I turned blocks to beaches
By the time you see us, we just turned tides even
Cuban chain,

Story of Jonathon (Prologue to the Crimson Idol) [Bonus Track]

W.A.S.P.

The Crimson Idol

1992

was born
different and he knew it. He often told me when I was born an angel flew
over my bed and christened me with a magic wand and said "You shall

I sit by the phone but I haven't heard
Both eyes stomach-sized in diameter
And you know that money's for managers
Yeah I know that money's for

to decimate the dark, nuclear rain to set us aflame
Obscured by a curtain of venom from space in the name of science
Fall to your knees, pray to a last

freeze time quick riding on a broomstick practicing all the black magic taking over the world by storm tricking every life form like a dark king I’m

I been tryna figure out how to finish this album
Mad nostalgic, tryna find my inner magic
Thinking about the days where her hair blew out my window

mybroe
I bring life to the booth
Kill a mic when I recite the truth, ja
MC by trade
I let my rhyme play
From Saturday to Friday
I have to do it my way
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