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whipped me by that willow tree
I used to be worry free; now that isn't me
Reality is somethin' I have trouble holdin' on to
Maybe it's 'cause I have nobody

Why do all these OG's OD
Please don't forget to wipe the powder off your nose ring woh
Big bank balance beats bros being broke
Skill so solid super sick

the mess
Couldn't ever let the flesh take precedence
Lord sweepin' up my mess like a broom
(Like a broom)
Make way for the Spirit
Fill this room
(Big God)

Funny how you fall apart, try and keep your shit together
And for life we're just apart know what big is what you selling
Cause we women's check away from

Beginning and the end to misses


So yeah,  uuuh
This your boy G3nt Jaaack, and uh,
I figured I'd go ahead and make a recording about my
Adventurous way

choppin' up too free to your foreskin woh
Why do all these OGs OD
Please don't forget to wipe the powder off your nose ring woh
Big bank balance beats bros

Ready to burst

Do a drill, do a drill (Drillers)
Hammers hanging out windows
Man'll show you something about skills
Now tell your boy what's the deal?

1987

Saul Williams

Amethyst Rock Star

2001

room
Furnished with tidings of your doom
Or pleasure, whichever feathers[?] decree."
Yo Ralph is he talking to me?
"No I'm talking to the sea son's

the ocean
Over here you out of bounds
You better stand on your end
I put niggas in motion
Say you ‘bout it, what you want then?

You say you 'bout it
Then

the bottom of empty stomachs
Yo I shoved it in your throat, choke
Your theory; sunken boat
Minus treasure plus disgusting quotes
And unclever blokes
Blink,

selfish
Ambitious scandal but call it ministry
So what if people know who you are
None of that will matter at all
You will be judged for the size of your

selfish
Ambitious scandal but call it ministry
So what if people know who you are
None of that will matter at all
You will be judged for the size of your

On the streets we ain't showing no sympathy
Got your girl in my room and she's singing my song got her dancing to my choreography
All you niggas is dumb to me, if

on a tortilla made by mi tia 
Would ya like to share some of my Don Julio tequila 
Hi Senorita
Nice to meet ya, nah 
Lemme act like a legend and bury my bone

baby, ooh
I will love you 'til the end of time
Big dreams, gangsta
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like, no please, stay here
We don't

of the gold
I ain't outside, just tourin' the roads
I'm probably workin' with more of the flows
I'll soon be on your playlist
Bro said I'm famous now, I

Can't take the heat in the kitchen go to the living room nigga
You reached your pinnacle where my pen a cruise
Scribble multi-syllables schemes not

dicks in your girls
Mouth like tooth paste (Tooth paste)
But your two faced, tells like a big maze
(Da) so don't be pissed if your
Heads where the sticks

that gas
Big backwoods I ain't smoking no glass
Schooling these niggas like I'm teaching class
Went off the map
Now it's time to come back
She in love

too
cll you bitches think you Goody Two-Shoes
Do nothing with your life
What the fuck you got to lose?
You be cryin' on the net under ShadeRoom post

like satan, yeah
The prettiest ones in the room
Always be evil like satan
Baby you need to sit down
Cause I can just tell that you wasted
Slurring your

My heart feeling sore, I drive by your crib
But you not there anymore
I don't think this life shit really fair anymore
I don't know how I'm supposed

up all stay ima still pay the rent looking
Like midnight when you look through this tint
Don't do big crowds i like sitting by myself
This only a three

a big tipper
My glass empty hoe fill it up
Your favourite rapper talk shit but got no balls to back it up
I ain't laughing bout it but shit is sad gotta