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the world myself
But if unite as possible, then we can flip an obstacle
Hand gestures, gangland ventures
Drowning in this slick, I hope you can stand pressure

You mad that you can't develop shit
So you come at me to stay relevant
But you not even on the fuckin' level that I'm in
So don't even try to excel with

the Retro's on my feet
Deep down in the pavement like it's some sort' a rat race
The big apple
Now lemme paint you a big picture of the City Lights
And I still

Don't revel in the fame
I got a bezel and a chain
They didn’t love the picture
Til' I went and put it in a frame
I mix the loss up with the game

Who knows the hearts of men
The fuel of hate and what it sparks in them
Cause once it starts
It's hard to end
But if it ends you'll see how quick it

Africa

They.

Nü Religion: HYENA

2017

I would do
I know I won't forget but in case you didn't know
Your smile and everything make me do
I would like to thank God for making this

and pans, plots and plans, i don't need them
I'm just strolling through a toxic land, washed in the blood of lambs
This is scripture, make you spiritually

Start gettin' light but people thinkin' that they made you glisten 
When I'm barely in position I don't see you trippin 
I'm the same kid that's parked

scared throwing flares to warn you 
Don't go against the grain these flames will scorn you 
See you pick up a lot coming up from the bottom 
Its wild in

kicked around by the others 
Synonymous soil, held them up from down under 
I'm pleading for gifts, pleading for answers
Riddles of life, can give you

don't mean no disrespect to y'all but where is my applause
Push me off the cliff to watch me fall I levitate you pause
Now you're standing there your jaws

part of the group
First I dropped What Happened
When I drop this new tape, put it all in a loop
And we'll see if you're smart or confused
I got demons,

the groove, like an emperor
You'll never see me next to ya
I got somethin to prove
Leave my job
Greetings from an iridescent sun
Crash to sleep at least I don

bound to blow
The formula ain’t never been original
You play the game and now tryin' to get an album sold
I’m surrounded by the muses and they gonna be

Connection tinz from above jor
Baba raise me make ha shine jor
Uncle Sapa con dey leave me
Poverty don tire (me) con dey free me
Mi oo send anybody con dey

You're a first
Pick and it happens, but I learn when in action. All that ever really mattered was a dagger
Putter from 40 away. Word to the A, what can I

not
Cool with me, but truthfully
I don't even care, if I went on tour you be a groupie
In a school of sharks
I don't even play around with the cards

I was woken by a bang
And I could already taste the shame
The sudden fear that grips and shakes you
When you face the truth
Whose sofa was this?

what I can see you want to talk 
I can dead you in this game and trace your album with the chalk 
Cause a battle with me is another battle lost
I can out

God sent wit not a cent to my name that's nonsense... here wit a knot full of wit hoping for cents in a knot... hope that don't tie your sense in

Anytime you talk about breaking enslavement
So I do feel like Neo in the Matrix
Cause I don’t understand
Why is everybody so scared of the agents
When they

Every red cent they would invest in it
You had to be on top of
It or your album would sit
When your crew would have an early exit
That’s why I had

get you a snorkel you hop in this water
Niggas keep sending nem diss
He claim he a snake but I don't hear him hiss
Shot in his face hope bra got

the reason you mad just don't make any sense
Make it make cents when you start off cause business is never in green, don't mean it won't advance
Making