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zone I got that more faya
Ngafanya beat inagwaya, always kill it bila haya
Na nikama hamjanotice what's about to transpire
Throne the album coming soon

you niggas know you dead wrong
Got my niggas on my side, we gon’ make sure that you get gone
I’m hanging with my shooter, know he keep that strap on him

the drains or train tracks
Trying to avoid the cops
My mate was skating in the sewers
Free as an eagle
Got held up by three pricks holding a needle
They robbed

Okay
My first shit
Is my worst shit
And I'll be blowing up when ya heard this
Cuz I be going in writing them raps
Slaving away to make shit that

Difference is I'm a changed man
Little older, little wiser and I keep the pests away like a Raid can
'Bout half the songs on our first album I was cappin'

dream at first to be off spitting a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
'Fore I came out I would of killed a nigga first
'Fore I let him

a killing with this script
Turning your crib into a dealership
Then build the shit
You got to feel this shit
If you ever had some problems on the street
I

conversations with myself when I speak
I pushed everyone away in just a matter of weeks
The truth is I feel like a burden just the way that I be
So I became like

stop me now (who, you?)
Every album offered me a glimpse of heaven
No parentals, uncensored, guess I snuck into the Restricted Section
These Dark Arts

what I had to do
Enough of this conversation
Got your attention, let's resume
Ha, oh wait, no
The studio's kickin' me out
The albums done, I'm steppin'

rest, uh (Yah)
One at a time day by day you talk that shit I fade away
No I don't need that negative energy inside my database
Bend down and pray that

Drop It Heavy

Roc Raida

Crossfaderz

2000

featuring Big Punisher KRS One 
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS! 
Verse one: KRS One 
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me 
Than

a different breed, so don’t sit with me, we ain’t cool 
Ain’t got a team, so I ain’t gotta split the cheese, just a richer scheme, yo that’s true
By myself,

I finally feel alive, hah
I finally feel alive
Last year I was 25, life caught me by surprise
Thought that I was gonna kill myself, but I made

She demonstrated class and she would save me a few seats 
And  I was doing ehhh, got away with a few Cs
Never let my gpa hit below 2.3
Was Saying

saying hey
My name's Elijah and I thought I was the problem
'Til I came by a gun, it's a problem solver
Got a ole revolver swinging like a golfer
Take aim

records that I've sold
Pretending that you made me, not a penny that you owed
Got no room for homies cause my pockets are too full
Platinum on my album

away from the fire squad
Turnin' the hands by the hour blocks
Time's not on no team
Blind ones see through dreams
These wars ain't got nothin' to do with

percent of the game
Tell me how could you switch up when you got a lil sip of the fame
I'll drop this single and then when the album drops, it'll simmer

white hoes in the hills up in Thousand Oaks
She wanna try the whole team she got a thousand throats
Still tape season, but i'm on album mode
Separation

abide by the law or what the labor says?
I feel them guys in suits got all these laws tailor made
'Cause they might touch a kid but they won't never

soul into an album, felt no one else could bite it
Dreams for dollar signs replaced by thoughts of being godly, iris
But my iris couldn't take the signs,

them take just couple of days
Also that each of my pieces can last but so long
So I'm packing it all in a phrase
Writing this album got me in a craze

I'm telling you it's a movie
Telling you I've been moving, away from those that are losing
Got some things to be proving, like back when I was hooping