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is that the seed of a man chosen by God must not be wasted
Run away, that's the plan, live above the grave
None is safe, I see the pain
in town, you don't know, you better find out/
This is rebel music to get free to/
and women we'll see you at shows the whole EU/
These live cats
the latest phase in hip hop
And I mean face it..hip hop sucks without us
And we're the best that bust and best at touching the mic
I mean I like how y'all do
days where there isn't smoke or a lighter's glaze. My album will be a hit and hit millions in it's first week, maybe on its first day. Now everything
date
Something wrong with the clown when I play by the bass
When iam pounding the girl, she might never again haa
In a matter of fact I say what are we
you cats wore my chain for
A month you'd be hunchbacked
Duke I shoot, the pump make you jump back
I'm in the coupe and the
Roof where the trunk at see
till my mouth is fuckin' toothless
If I had toothpicks in my gums or vomiting mucas
Cunning and well versed but overlooked and even worse
I'm cursed by
[Esau]
All these kids today screaming underground, do they know what it means
To make 7 albums, work everyday and go hungry just to chase your dreams
I'm the youngest nigga here, living here can I enjoy this? Please? (In peace)
I keep my dreadlocks messy and long 'cause I live so lawless, ooh (like
packin
And I'm passionate
About to get in and inhabit
And I'm super nasty
But cats wanna blast in it
Run up on them
Once I get the cash
Then I'm gassin'
in memory cause real rap it is not
So they can stay away and live a couple more days
And create a new album that's inspiring when it plays
In so many
Labels, special in the charts
Hard, staying with me
And by the way, I didn't say yes, I said maybe
So crazy, out my brain like my name Stacy
Bee married me,
an icicle?
At five I was hit by a car ridin my tricycle, a hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital receivin stitches made me vicious
Peeping cretons with
Dumb
Still coming in with d coupe
Winning now u can tell by my nike
Shoes
Tell dem mo'fuckers check it
Then I wreck
Banging all the L's
Take off like
hours
Or not
If immersion in audio hasn't occurred by sixty minutes or less, then I have learned to stop
And shift to other activities
Something
remember watchin' cats like
Mos Def freestyle in the park, after dark
Just talkin' random thought
That might not even necessarilycome off
The dome like that
Sorry not sorry the boy is
Back in the building
He feelin' himself he pouring
Corgiac in the building
Excuse me for not applauding we
All up in
Think I'm trash? Put a bag in your face
And I put you by the road like
"Look we're the same"
Here's a reminder that I still spit
Think I need to advise
My man Pretty Black
Said he seen some folk
Turn vegetarian when the beef come
Spit gangster shit
But don't step to the war drum
In fact they jet when
the Hell's Kitchen Nasir Jones
With some of Kweli's pros
That's widely spoke of and held
In regard by most
Of whom I would care about their opinion
You
out when he shows up
And smokes up til the roach cock
Drinks up to the last drop
Catch this cat in the club or in your hood
You'll get your spot
cats talk about
On stage in your city until the mic cords start shorting out
Turn the heat up, Semi x turn the beat up
Flux fresh on the scratch like
a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it alone
You do not live what you talk in yo songs
You
Life is like a high-jacked airliner, but we managed to win
Back to the crib, breakin up the cats in the brig
Havin a bitch - flashin the tits - While
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