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a glimpse of your art is the community that you grew up in, so Recollection 1 was just kind of born out of a sense of wanting to prove myself

one of a kind nigga
Blind niggas that sit in studios with the work
Giving that credit to a ghost when your own niggas is hurt
I bet if I lose my fucking

samurai up in Japan
Switchin' katanas by tha hand
I been passin' out tha dough
I just knew I'd get some mo'
Way I been rockin' tha show
Keep my ninjas

at me
He fresh and he clean
Kind of remind you of Clark Kent
Every blade has a sharp edge
Examine the manner it cuts in
Let people keep the assumption

Get on a beat and start talking
Ain't tripping off
Making a hit
Don't wanna know
What's in my mind
Her only focus is dick
I'm just looking
For

been so alone

She just want the limelight
She don’t want a good life
She don’t wanna live long
She just wanna die right
Get in the El Camino 68

care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw

Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side

wrong
Your boyfriend hit me said he want to do a song
Come by the studio your wifey should be coming home
Hop on his song and I talk about the things that

step
Like a prosthetic leg
I see monsters in my head
That's why I rap with such aggression
I tear down studio sessions
Rappers scared, they walk in

on my mind
Praying
My pillow talk isn't RnB kind
Amen
Although I'm swerving her swelling behind
(God)
The pleasures of porn
Erupted in second grade

chasin' but
I'm faced by all these players
All these lame ass rappers goin'
HAM up in the studio
Talkin' 'bout their rubber band stacks
And all these

the curtains and hear this message
You’d think by now I’d stop the second guessing
It’s kind of impressive
The amount of thoughts I’ve cleared in studio sessions

nails done
Theres some studio time in

Baby!!
So you could never make me
Got you by my side so i don't say you don't complete me
Always down to ride

Listen fam
It's Kid he
Whatever you say
She said I'm out of line
I'm pulling overtime
Wifey hit me, said you could rhyme
On my way to the studio

hard
cnd the beef aint done
Until the street said one
Damn stick a fork in him
Now hes done

Be the best you gotta be
cnd thats a dope MC
Everybodys

the block twice we air at him
Philly bred never be scared can't live in fear of none
Dinner date dolo Ruth's Chris no carry out
Then hit ya bitch jeans half

favorite teams in the league
Thought that we could make it to the league
We live Godless in a nation under God
Divided by the flag under red and blue frauds

over real quick
He said cool
Hung up on the one
Couldn't wait to really get in this sun
As the time went by
In a blink of an eye
All the plates

And it’s true
And it’s true 
And it’s -)

I hear the talk
But I got the swag in the walk 
You see the crowd at the show
This shit ain’t come with no drop

to the league some of us is giving speeches
Not the one in front of bleachers
But the kind that makes you sing along just like this song
Cuz what you reap is what

another day
Praises to the Most High
As I ride by
I Redefine Fly

Pictures in the book remind me where we left off
Blame the studio reason for them missed

Hold Ya Head

Show & A.G.

Runaway Slave

1992

Finesse, he's the Funky Technician
I'm on my way to the studio, it's the only way that I know
How to play down low
Punching keys like Rocky Balboa
Saying

lives, you could listen
Time travelling, by sampling voices with it
Skipping class fast, pen in hand leaving no margins 
In the Rose Garden listening