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Leave a greasy ass snail trail
Climb up on that pole and pop it

Easy Bake Oven, back to the kitchen
You used to give me head in the whip
Now all hear is

into a mirror, I looked like that girl I saw in an underwear commercial
“Hahah, that’s more like you”
I had long, waving hair, my eyes were light blue,

wrong
I put my hand on my face like Frank Ocean on "Blonde"
The river gets bloody and the current is strong
They threw me in here with no life vest

ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only

you know what I'm saying that's on-
Ay you know how it is
You know I gotta speak my mind real quick right?
Let me tell y'all these fables bout me and my

the ice cold been getting with my eyes closed
Ice so cold like in rose gold climate
Put me under press but that pressure makes diamonds
Life is not perfect

Story of Jonathon (Prologue to the Crimson Idol) [Bonus Track]

W.A.S.P.

The Crimson Idol

1992

grew older the constant comparison between my
brother and myself left little doubt who was the image of perfection in my
father's eye. To him, my

years and now they mad I made it?
OG Rookie in this bitch, the dreamer and the jaded

Yeah I've been cookin' crack since back I'm Franklin Saint
That

just your friend suppose to have my back until the end wake up wake up no rent money was suppose to pray to the eye of so so kiss-  cuz the time is now.

And we are gonna do it to be quite frank

But back to my brothers I would be dead if it weren't for you
I would have fucking hit that permanent snooze

word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put

home
And I prayed that I'd find hope. Look at how the tables turn
Time floated by and it's like the engine inside broke
I created so many albums + E.P's

the H running round with no money
I'll be damned if I let a nigga take some from me
Might be young
I ain't dumb
Everything I do is for me
Lost and found

Who is Malcolm with no Penn Davis
No album no apple playlist
No Al Covani just Alex
He never picked up a camera
I never picked up a pen and I never got

red velvet i would pick
That was dope
T picked the skatin rink
I wanted was Missy's album when "the rain" was a hit
That was it
I was always tappin,

Hey Li'den, congrats on the album
Thank you man, I’m proud of the outcome
What about the part where you diss other rappers that you think you can

the moment and day
I emerge and get to the trophy and fame
I don't need none of that
I'll get through like a running back
Head down by the grace of God
Them

As the bunny ran he was met with arrows in the grass
That said turn back, you ain't met for this damn
Oh you say you're on your king shit, well this

I cannot let this show now
And I know
Life goes on, but I gotta let this go now
And I know
life goes on, I cannot let this show now
This album is

Yeah
Yeah
Uhhhh
Yeah
Yeah
I'm back
Our Our Our
No introduction
Yeah

Put a price on my head that's going put you in debt
2 letters O and the S, don't

I want this Christmas
Is a closer walk with Who made me
An Akai Live MPC
And for everyone to know God's grace
Could see sad with my eyes close
Gon'

is tribal
Sam folks these sambos dying on plots that’s not ours
Wish we can cop a time machine and go back thousands of hours
And on the way I stop by

the trap protect yo neck
I shine, straight up outta Chattanooga yes
I shine, represent yo represent yo set
Been shining hard since way back 
20 albums I made

motherfucker
Fly better than a bat man eyes like a cat man all I know is I'm super
He wearing a sandal looking like a sad man still he driving a cooper
I sing