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flipped dat pack
I been feeling real fine
I ain't got time for a bitch
Can't get with the rhythm
Ain't no reason
Imma rhyme wit da bitch
They wasn't tryna

a grip
Somber rhythm
I'm playing blues
Like I outsmarted Crips
Oblivious
He went in for treatment
Left with syphilis
Flippin' shit
I'm Gabby Douglas
For

No Reservations

Oddisee

Alwasta

2016

in the distance
Know a lot of homies that ain't got no plans
Know a lot of ladies that ain't got no mans
They'll settle for each other like they got

who got the gangsta shit poppin
N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac
And fuck you niggaz rappin wack shit, you dodgin the game
I keep two little twin

how does he flip it"
I don't wanna be out of the ridicules, but the interviews, I'm not down for too many
The camera ain't been around for a minute, I

an artist
Austin Kleon
I'm so neon
That mean bright
Ain't got no weave on
This all natural
Spit like casserole
Eligible bachelor
Someone catch em
If they

lane
I represent Texas, so you know I maintain
Creep down Cullen-next day do the same thang
Crawl up Scott-next day do the same thang
Swang and bang by

the mission
I ain't even phased by the pace you whippin'
You can check the difference
The route you takin' leading toward collision
Your smoke detector ain't

just another Mexican
He gots a speech impediment
From speaking two languages
Or he's gonna start rapping
Bout some gang related shit
Who's running this

vision to improve they rhythm
But they off-beat
I stay in the pocket like a
Bitch's wallet in a business office
Man, I put it out, and
Ain't no limit

the keys
An Stand one accord
Creator Savior
My spiritual door

If you really trust
Then it comes with love, pause
Ain't to many thing
Pass over us, pause
Got

one another,
I don’t listen to what people say no mo,
I judge em by their actions that’ll tell the truth for show,

It gots to be the East when I chunk

Children kidnapped by cell phone screens
Snapchatting about DM's with porno queens
To Chippendale rap so I've got a Buck 'em with my sixteens
Thou shall not

like an MP5 lad
Then Chill's brought the green like lettuce

If you ain't heard of the Nerve
And the Chill by now
Then homie, where the fuck you been?

conversations with myself along this road to make sure I’m driven
I been driving so long, got so much will can’t lose control of it
Got my own drip, I been had

ya later I did it again
I'm the nicest in the world
Other rappers pretending
Big brother Wreckz he got my back
On my moms yo I'll never be reckless

by the streets
But that don't mean that I don't take this shit serious
I'm still aimin' to reach the apex of the pyramids
The truth is... I really love

The Vibe

Ice MC

Dreadatour

2006

a rhyme 
I get uptight when I am around people 
Who can't feel the vibe and the scene ain't equal 
I ask myself why when they pass me by 
They act like

[Verse 1: Rasual]
I said it's early morning 
Freddy already sent the pack through
I'm sticking to the rhythm like a tattoo
cnd if you had seen

to be in the same tune
The waiting game will have you panicking
But you should stay grounded
Bounded by my thoughts I hold myself to higher standards

the notice
Purely off voice and no quit to grow this
I make an honest living making rockets
You ain't seen I'm taking off by the song bitch
Cus young Ped not

Nations ain't paying
And he starts his conversation by saying, ""I'm not racist""
If you have to state it, you probably are, so shut your fucking braces

and Approaching
Even closer to landing
The easy ending was hollow
I think my homie just jumped
And I don't know what he was thinking
Enough's enough engulfed in

asking who's he
I drop my entry and I got these niggas all rewriting verses 
like they King James with the translation
my shit more divine regardless 
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