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Time is slowing down till the morning
Now I'm lost in sound
Don't you wonder how and where we're going
It's just one go round

I was drifting by

Coppin' a new day with a fresh sunrise
Chasin' the horizon where our future lies
Rollin' through life with dreams in our grip
Yeah it's my new shit

a hundred each
And everyday, what you mean?
Ama give a hundred each
And every time, what I say!

Ey
When I'm on a track
I'm going all blood on you
I beat

You know that we stay chillin', when I rap I'm always killin' these motherfuckin' beats
Cause you know we spend heat, after this album and I think

Hop out the coupe
Hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move
Y'all gotta move
Gimme the juice
Look, people ask me what the future is?
All I know is I'll be

Nojoe on the Beat
ZZoren with the heat
Grinding smoking Weed
Cruisin on the streets
Stay away from me
Don't get on ma nerves
Don't talk to me
If you

was might delete once the tracks out
K Dot major props going at niggas straight raw But your aims off now take off that crown of thorns u aint God you

the case.

Drifting and floating away,
I would track up life's time.
There in my rest I see me.
I'm mystified by
the visions that they give me,
believing that

just another speck, out here hittin' licks
I don't give a fuck, maybe by the grip
never by the hoe, bodied on the flow
pull out game is weak, wifey outta

amazing
Jump right in no time for training
Crowd is waiting
Beautiful and growing all up in the light just like a daisy
I told my mans throw on a beat i'll

Whenever I have a video attack
He's right there by my back
Keepin' me on track
So if I bug out, and act like a lunatic
He does Donkey Kong, and as soon as it

bars very scary
Beats bang fuckin' hard - sauce, Peri Peri
I get up inside these bars like I'm a partition
Archaic god's with me like the archbishop

Glory Days

Just Jack

Overtones

2006

our bullocks platinum plated

Anyway, I'm off track gotta stop that
And get back to the high street, I need somethin' to eat
Stop at the cafe, coffee

and get these chips
Nope. This how you black out on a track like you don't give sh*t

This how you express your pain and anguish
Walking that fine line, it

I'm on a island, the sun is shining
My shorty fire in a bonnet, we kinda toxic
I tell the future for the profit, I'm in my pocket
A lot of people

gone, rolling tens like it’s outta fashion 
I’m a three-headed dragon
Behind the kit, I’m making beats, I keep my notes padded

White walls, I keep them

track to scratch your name right off the game's list
Plain shit I am sick of rappers
Pissed cause I'm a sicker cracker
Fire blacking out the room

dreaming caused by your scheming and wheeling of women dealing their children no future feelings or meals to fill them reeling in profit tilling 
i realize

outside the box
I'm a railroad engineer won't lose my train of thought
I won’t go off track cause comments by thots
I'm cool under pressure like a sink

What Part of the Game

McGruff

Destined to Be

1998

the sound of platinum chairs.
Predict future cash and it's near, my speech is dittly.
I bust shots until the heat gets heavy.
Fuck bitches until the sheets

But you don't even have the perspective
To try to solve 'em no compassion, remorse
Or any type of future seeing
Government run by people that
Are barely

to rappers on the daily
A lot of artist with advances don't advance and make it
So we did it by our lonely, ain't a chance you'd take it
This is the future

now
Man, how did it change looking at my past 
I was really going nowhere failing every class 
Momma getting mad wanna beat my ass 
Half the times got

below the letters
Your rhymes are general, plain, minimal blank
You eyes is blind by the sign of federal banks
You lost your focus of function
Remember