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line that I don't tackle
My tune'll can ya
Cold mackerel in old barrels
No actors and no casts with it
These rappers baitin' they just catfishin'
All

by the ghost of my past
Broken bones in a cast
And I know that I last
So I run super fast
And I put it the past
Now I'm feeling silly gassed
Gotta find

Crack Baby

Devlin

The Devil In

2017

think he's trying to even the scale
He feels euphoric, a hoodrat that was beaten down ironically giving the beatings now
It's all evened out, a child

precision
Fight after fight you run off and you cry
It's all an illusion created by design
Got you running like the TVA
Got two of those now go make my day

Jus tryna get this bag man. No matter how ima get it. That's on everything. Shoutout the gang man love y'all boys
I'm jus tryna get this bag
It don't

forth type shit
You know I am my own engineer I am my own studio
All home made, you know I'ma keep like that Raw & Uncut
I just hope they feel me look

chromosomes
Quit playing come by my side call it home
You so special like I met you in a slow class
Love is a gamble risk it all, all in hope this do last
Know

the cast that you know
Adding cracks to the code make the track so gold
Pack it and tag it like a warez group release
Bittorrent, grabbing it, seed it

wrote the knowledge
From what time frame and from where'd they call it
From a time of open minds kill all the hearsay
Only thing that matters is what we

Beautifying you by justly
That is to say
I hide behind you as much as you can hide behind me
For in this war we're all suffering
And I don't want to be first
I

Same Ol' Same Ol' [Remix]

P.Y.T.

P.Y.T. (Down with Me)

2001

'cuz you see, I ain't all by myself
And you won't let be me boy

Why you wanna call me on my phone?
Every time you see another boy in my door
Oh boy, you

of the precedent
The legacy I carried on my back
That no goalie or roasty toasty
Ghostie can try to match
While your legacy was capped
By some animated trash
Meant

Now here's a little something that needs to be heard
Word Jook
Now
Uncle Jooka
Here's a little something that needs to be heard
Word Jook
Can you

beside you
Written on you like a tattoo
Callin' for you like the bad do
Open season what would clutch do?
Oh shit
Damn
Did y'all feel that?
Hold up
Two,

Accentuating syllables, connecting with the spiritual
Deflecting all the miserable, by talking my desires
Even in a cipher when i'm hollering pass that
Holding

We’re here to make a scene
N let you know that’s it’s not act, though
We cast and screen
Talents gleaned
From all the excess lean
To intervene would

much I've acquiesced in an attempt to assimilate
Just how quiet I've kept in light of all that which I advocate
I'm scared of the shadows that cast when

satisfaction
But I'll rather have them niggas by my side who about that action
If it go down know they clapping
We don't do no tick for tacking
We don't do no

hope this is, the day I die
I wish for death, from a silent sky
Emptiness is filling me I long for something that I can't see
Distressed by existence

roll rollie
me no stressing, you know say nobody holy
you fit to cast my parol but you can't kill my vibe

cus my mama don cover me
my papa don cover me

Cast adrift across the ocean to exist
Pass the spliff to the cat, Bastet Anubis
I knew this, I learnt this i learnt that
I leaned left i leaned right

to have our chains shining from around our necks
But not remember that the chains that held us together in lack
We got to have our grill shining, and all

they drove you toward the foreign highway
you reached that concrete river at dawn
you were scorned by scores of passing travellers 
by night you were

her? 
Oh, she cries so loud 
Casts her wild note over water and cloud 

That's the way it's gonna be, little darlin' 
We'll be riding on the horses,