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In mournin' at your wake, buried in a South Wales Echo
Mouth thinks thoughts of the slums, mouth tells tales of the ghetto
Every paper claims to be

Bottom of the lake where I leave the sperry's drowning
Scale the face, reach the top, wipe sweat, then I shout in
Paper counting in my house on top

I fuck up on the way
Please just know I'm diagnosed
Weighted graph in my mind
Downward slope the bitter end
Got the grades underlined
But I'm smarter

keep saying I'm locked in
Been so dedicated to my craft
Hoping this pen and paper
Can turn into labor
Like I been creating a graph
Was failing in

Verse 1 (K.I.D LUCID)

I leave foot prints when I walk 

24/7 on the software tryna make it last like a drop

I graph every patch of the path with

but I'm racing to the paper like a pennant
Talk my shit,  Martellus  Bennett
Chase a sack like Micheal Bennett
Tell Stephen King I been it
Ain't o cap

Bacche paanch minute, 
Meine maangi extra sheet 
 
Diagram bhi banaya meine
Marks mile extra bhi 
 
Pura aata mujhe paper
Karun na kabhi cheat 
 
Aai daya

Just try to see me without those paper shades, the Eclipse
Your love is the sun behind me, North Star, I'm the ship
My compass, navigating through

the police or judge Mathis
Checking my stats nigga look at the graph
I run up my bandz nigga checking my math
Picking up Dudies from school her teacher she

don't need to go to school

First period, I have math
I'd rather be taking an ice cold bath
I don't care bout all the lines on the graph
I didn't do my

ain't stopping till I reach the stars I'll climb
I'm stacking up so I got Wall Street on my mind
And my graphs be getting higher everytime
I spit a line

to fit the picture
Put the ink into the paper
Ain't no time for no eraser
Never phased
I blend the mixture
Gin Rummy, the elixir
Lookin' yummy
Like your

gone slide for each other 
Make Gio get tougher, make dude get paper
Make dude get better
Fake friends, you know they a trader m
You just hating cause

apart of me
Ball with my diamond's got everybody feeling me
All that Ice on me, them girls wanna jump on me
I'm steady paper chasing, getting all my cash

figures, start formin' up a graph, risk the whole thing cause it ain't worth
Half, they say keep my money clean, so I gave my bands a bath, cheese grits me,

the lone star, feel like it's been a lone war
I got bigger bags, tellin' 'em check the graph
Got the game on piggy back, push it to the max
B&B send in

gas
Then I'm in another state, I'm I'm I'm like gas
She like babe what state you in? Umm
Gas
She be tracking all my graphs, I'm like get her off my back

elevated on all the charts and the graphs
This was part of my nature so pardon my wrath,
This was not for the paper, that’s a perk of the path
I done

In mournin' at your wake, buried in a South Wales Echo
Mouth thinks thoughts of the slums, mouth tells tales of the ghetto
Every paper claims to be

The Empty City

Jane Siberry

One More Colour

from the trees
White bars on a blue graph, not exactly flapping in the breeze

Cast upon a great white plaza
Filtered down through architects' maps

A Team

Conflict

Deploying All Means Necessary

1993

see our world destroyed
Multi-corporation graphs rise up to keep us all employed

The Government say they're succeeding with their democratic state

by the end

Oh the fragility my valentine 
Has opened up new doors, trajected a new course
Happiness grows like ivy walls
Ink on the paper, oh he

The lie, the truth
The black, the white
The sunrise, the evening
The even, odd
The on the graph, the DNE
The intrigued, the unconcerned
The bobby, whitney

never drop
All the shit that goes on in my brain
I won't stop till no paper remain

They tell me relax
Like it's okay to sit on ya ass
I give them a pass