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Put me on a 45 degree, no sweat
Real niggas been tilt out here to the best
Aye
Up in the stu
Hey
Chill at my desk
Hopped up on bumps and rips in my

Hooper and a smoker, I just tore out my left knee
Me and gang finna pull up Marvel, fuck DC
High school dropouts, swear to God I got no degree
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Hitting up the squad getting ready for the night
I don't care about your bitch cause my chick is hella tight
They clicking flash flash blinded by

and my enemies scatter
Ain't the size of the man
But his hammer that matters
I could outlast you on health and armor alone
Hold up a second, Brigitte's

The Princeton's scholar bread to evading the Real degree
The caps I manifested was thrown into Casualties
The night I was arrested, the moment Establishing
See she

been sparked by
All eyes on me, me, me, me
I ain't ever let a dream
Go deferred
If we got beef
I hold a grudge
I'll let it out when I purge
How far will

Ugh
yeah yeah
I've been up all night
I can still remember the look in your eyes
I can't sleep
Yeah you've been on my mind
I can still remember

degree I'll get hired by NBN
But I don't major in journalism so where does it lend?
Major in PR so maybe in the future you'd see me workin'
In a job where

gettin
Wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully
Now they bandin', caught red
Handed and got remanded, for it
A one to three degree from

wanna burn it down
To the third degree
Grab a hold of the locks and insert the key
How many leaders does it take to be free?
Don’t wanna be jack, tryna

unboned
Now it's the tales of the slick
Me hold the slick trick

Obviously she got to be a bad bitch
Fucking after hours off her Amaretto Sours
Work up

Killing Spree

Defari

Black Mask [Clean]

1999

[defari]
A different caliber of mc
This track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of first degree soundbwoy murder
Unlike anything

Killing Spree

Defari

Focused Daily

1999

A different caliber of MC
This track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of first degree sound boy murder
Unlike anything out of l.a.

threat is climate change
Hold up, I don't speak tsunami but i promise that
Mother nature tryna tell us that she want her body back
These humans about to be

It's a feast On whoever we defeat
My last loaf of bread me and my niggas we gone eat
Type of niggas pull up on your family nigga while they sleep
Red

more anxiously
Than waiting to be freed
So with a complete release of life
The control is guided
By the thoughts
We assumed were benign
And now we're

I don't wanna wake up
Sleep deprived for that pay cut
Jus tryna' take nothin' an make sumn'
Stand by my brothers thas' day 1
I'd rather die than be

Unique physique, I had to pad my mystique
Divine degree, felt my aura being breached
Retreat (Hold up) back to the drawing board, my shiny sword
Cut

on instagrams exactly how I live 
Met your favorite star and they ain't really lit hold up
I recognized the soul makes them shift
That's why they R-E-S-P-E you

No, no, no, I got some shit for y'all niggas. Hold up!
I'm 'bout to set it on y'all niggas!

I been that Indigo Child since the birth of me. Perfect

let down your hair
Hold up

Mountain climbing that's a sure bet
Catch a grenade that's just no sweat
So when you fucking with me get comfortable
We

I've been coppin
You been watchin, you been jockin
I've been scorin, you been floppin
Make the moves, ain't no talkin 
 
Hold up
I heard them haters

till ah zen till omega
Zen till ahhhhhh

In search of a center force up in this pendulum swing
I stabilize and contemplate things to the seventh degree

speak my truth, you call it fallacy, it’s still in my biography
Tryna count it all up and hide from sallie Mae
That degree was good but not enough for me