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it through the window got the big libran stereo
We turning up the volume right in range of the blast
Never shoulda let me touch your AUX
I'm insane,

and I get em
Writing new verse and I kill em
Killing the hate in the building

I make em' panic
Hide in this shit by myself
I don't do well with

mind takes a vacation when the pen hit the loose leaf
Can you blame me for wanting to step away from goofies
You ignoramus's ain't listening, just coping

you making it worse
Y’all won’t really feel me, i feel I’m buried away
And anytime I have opinions y’all got something to say
If I was about to get

concocts
Leave 'em shocked I'm tasering men
Until the day I've got what I want

I will never let you (Take away what I've done today)
Let you (Try

in your mind
By thoughts and stress around you
This song
This album proves that you can get through it
You can Find yourself
Yeah in my mind i feel all

It's raining but no umbrellas is covering fellas
This my reign
When the times get grim we the reaper
When it come to rap albums, this here the Mona Lisa

just here to do it but to do it better
They tried to intercept but we was faster than a leopard
Your girl dey blow my pain away sisiaaa mefr3 no EFPAC

Tourette's is on fire, stress has got me in a choke hold
Turning down opportunities just by the boatload
Ditching auditions, positions switching, I'm the joke

there
You don't know it yet but you will see him I'm telling you
Put him in the game there it is ok Kenchimuyo, I appreciate you
I got wait for the album

to speak my way, ayy
Album reviews just came in
"Tales From The Crypt" got a
Three out of ten a guy told me that I rap
Too much about my dead
Grandma

yourself by the amount that's on your wrist
Over you do they reminice, I don't know but it's prevalent
Energies we bring's evident I just do this out

made an album for you
What if it was by you for me?
I see your grin everytime my eyes are opened
'Cause when they're closed it's 'cause you chose I

I got a couple of mansions
Still I don't have any manners
You got a couple of ghost writers
But to these kids it don't actually matter
They're askin'

bombs
I got it like that
Good ol' niggas would get away
Walk with a slight sway
Tryin' to make cheese like Green Bay
The next American Idol, don't call me

Cry Baby

Afu-Ra

State of the Arts

kinda sad that the toxins are smotherin'
Youth in the hood, poisoned by instant messages

Materialism, barbarianism, all types of isms
And schisms by

faking,
And now I’m taking vacations,
In other lands away from the mother land,
Fly first class on my flights,
Not for business but other plans.
You’ve got

to drama please excuse my allergies
I had a lot shit getting away
I dealt with all of it now I got plenty to say
Yea it just so happens that I'm

Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves

Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This

Well, we're here
This is it, this is the third album
This is East of Eden, welcome to the show ladies and gentlemen
It's really been a wild ride

(The intro should be me typing thank you to anyone who bought my album or supported my music)

First things first, I'm sorry that I'm late
Tried

Million dollar project
How much can I tell you
How bad would you doubt it
Millions of dollars means millions of options
Surrounded by liars the only

me to say
Like I'm a puppet for the duckets
Should I put my gun away or bust it
Should I start the revolution or just sit here, not budging
I wanted

be fine
We finna have some fun
And if by chance we do come across an alien
I'ma blow his ass away with
This here molecular gun
Set to kill, never stun