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off from the cockpit
Dimes blowing my phone, I ain't even have to blow up
Blown away by every lyric n' metaphor I wrote up
I blow your mind, you blow me

the miracle
Left behind the minions
Still the call me despicable
Risen from the dirt
Brother feeling so spiritual

Give me a break , five
Had to take time

believe me
Species of Caesar, unborn, a beast as a fetus
A zygote
But by remote I morphed into a genius
Clean up my speech, as I reach
A creature for peace

Stickier than symtex
I call out all my future victims, on the mic like him next
I stay on my call of duty; this is modern warfare
Females on the battlefield;

Don't crowd me
My Spanish Fly
Got me wobbly
On trees so knotty
The only one
To call me papi
You know she got me
They'll never be
Another copy
On swoll I'm

in a code first scrolled by tutmoses//
See I don't call em haters, victims of hypnosis/
manufacturing miracles, mortals never notice//
Forever forward

off, Call it equality
Block out the demons, So when it come time, I can hear my Father callin' me
Flow's a commodity, Greatness inside of me
Sauce, it

ready for this dance, a fighting medley
Master of my method, call me Michael Makaveli
Married to the message and the sex is nice and steady
Carrying this

cigarettes
Modern-day slavery
With no chains and whips
Crae playing in the speaker
Being broke made me rich
Came through the struggle
Paper plates to fine

It's All Over

Jin

Presents the Emcee's Proper'ganda

2005

you stuck in
Sleep on me if you want but don't get tucked in
Too comfortable, 'cause at the crack of dawn
When the wake up call comes it'll be too late

tan you
Can call it the pony
It's only the soft it twists
Like a wrestler on me it hardens
It cools I prove I'm a juggler whoadie
Glock popped got it

Without some cigarette to stick in it!"

But if you could give me the choice now
To end up as a lung cancer'd crone
To be hooked on Marlboros or Camels

on 

Ain’t from a gang but i bang with my bros

Call me a crook but i live by a code

If i do dirt do that shit on my own 

And if i get caught gotta walk it

ship our fish fry
Tea time no siesta thats how we get by
Messed up teeth until I motherbloomin' die

We came all this way now we on top
Ain't no one else

Man that nigga be a gun virgin
He ain't never ever buss a nip
Olde English what we used to sip
La di da di when he grip the stick
Call my bitch she

The other shit other shit was iller

Word, word yo, that shit is dope right there

A modern day marvel, but terrible better
Horrible when he grab the mic from

Chattaa Chattaa
High mind be, all knowing like a bod
Embody what i believe, call me god
Don't dis yourself, you'll get battered. cod
Can't catch me

would say a skilled soldier
Modern Casanova kill you quick with deadly poems
He was anointed and appointed here to guide the fallen
The Exile Child is

Detroit like a modern-day Gotham, I got him
Everybody dirty, even Batman Robin
If you ain't gettin' guala, nigga shut the fuck up
If you ain't bout

Baby don't wait for me under the mistletoe I don't got time for a kiss
I'm cold in the summer but more in the winter, when writing I can't even miss

endorsement
Ain't just a move, it's a movement
Lord, give me the strength to do this 'til it's
PROVEN
AYE AYE
PROVEN
AYE YEAH
PROVEN
AYE AYE
PROVEN
AYE YEAH

complex modern world
In which we live
Where we must learn
To plan our lives out
Day by day
And sometimes look the other way
But at night
I had a vision
So

head I know you taking hits at me
You playing with fire, getting dissed by me
Grew up in the gutter like Pennywise
Had to leave the refrigerator open

Sorry if I'm so cocky
Roman The Writer is advanced
Writing lyrics while I run on tears, sweat, and blood
And you call yourself a rapper by chance?
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