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the Pope is callin' a crusade
Then I'm leavin' my work station and hoppin' the next plane
I'm really not impressed by all these songs when I hear them
There

ain’t looking at the time if the face ain’t Swiss.
And I’ve taken my risks, 
In my place,
One day I might get a voice 
If I listened to my soul, I’d make

a microphone
When I'm gone
My legend gon' live on
And they gon' sing my songs for generations to come
Kids at they lunch table arguing who the best out

I need to vent
And try to empty my head
Capacity past the maximum
Access to the exits is inadequate
And it's hazardous
How'd it even happen is

the smoke i wont sleep,
I remember days I had my neck looking like sleet
Black ice on the road but now I got kids to feed
So I cant eat like I used to, low

the beat sound rad
All this talk now boy just rap
All this talk now boy just rap
Always abide my soul first
Third at bat is net worth
Second my mind before I

to America let your soul glow
Heard his name on paperwork, that's a no-no
And I'ma call my nigga shhh, cause he for sho blow
And bitch, I can make you fabulous

to change feelin' good
Lookin' good with all the finer things

Acid rain
The pain absorbed deep into my skin
Thinkin' when the days of
Destruction are gonna

the downtown kids that's hittin' licks
Skater boys in the park tryna fuck some white chicks
E is for the East Side
Ruff Ryde', ride or die
Motorbikes from

the grid, yeah that's my main goal
Shit been rocky, so I really need the pesos
Innocence, my inner kid dipped, where did they go?
God, I wonder if I'm… even

things by pen
Whenever I spoke about you my honesty was ten out of ten
My heart hurts after the bomb I was sent
I lost my homie called brother and my

up
By the grace of god
I ain't take a loss
Plug matched
What the kid bought
This shit is in you
Was Neva was taught

Chasin the green
No matter

Let me get a Compton's Most Wanted geah
Take it back to Pangaea slicing up your Sunday 
I'll make you sweat Sangria
Still looking for my Pam Grier

on the loose
Makin' ya bitch a stray
Fuck is you gonna do? Hoe
Ya ass gettin' jumped like a car battery
Makin' stacks like my job in a Jenga factory
Turnin' ash,

than our words, but I know my soul rotting ain't the type of thing that need to be clean
Common sense but they act like they don't know
And they never

and faggotry
Overshadowed the whole fiasco
And that is the tragedy
Put my heart and soul in it
All I got back is audacity
So like a b-boy
I turn my back

you gotta carry on and let it pass by, my intentions are pure don't gotta ask why
I'm as solid as they come, showed 'em love look at what they done

at the Laundromat is convenient
But not very punk rock
My job is to arrange things
Created by other people
Capitalism is the most natural of all social systems

some type of way like I’m angry wit myself
I feel some type of way why I ain’t happy wit my wealth
I feel some type of way n I ain’t get here by my self

I lock myself inside when I'm consumed by doubt
And all we can do is try to find a better route
I'm just tryna keep the lights on at my momma house,

new shit
But I'm not impressed
Waldorf Astoria
Feels good to be the guest
Used to be employed
Now I run my own
Used to run be a kid
Now I'm feelin full

Revelationz

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

my pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up Frisco on novero
5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow
there goes another nigga straight to the pen
by

get out my way
Been rappin ten years and you pay to play? I'd rather go queer, suck a dick and get made
By the end of next year, take my gold to my

minds
While we focused
On passions
We got us
Some treasures
Our souls
Where it's hidden
How long this been takin
Visited my mind
So I'm patiently
Growing