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the time that we spent
But problem with the time is it's movin way too fast
Runnin runnin from the love, yeah I did
Imma make it to the top for the bands,

rights
And Cuba and China
But not in Israel the Philippines
Or places you find them
That are allies of the country y'all live in
Whose clothes are made by

break break break break yo neck

Yo, I'm known as a ghost or a poltergeist
I'm cold as ice
I'm rollin' with the souls tonight
I'm movin' on with life

on it
I can't complain, I be gone by the morning

With the wokks, and we came just to run it up
Niggas envy 'cause niggas can't fuck with us
Sip a four,

Yo ay
I got this shit

Middle class America middle class economy
Parents movin' to the 'burbs
We escapin' poverty
Pop's workin' full time
Mom's

stickin' and movin'
Bitch you could get used to that
If I tell her what we on she used to that
Tell her how we move, how we doin' that
All these niggas say

em' with the bars
If not, black X6 kill em' with the car
Vroom vroom drive by kill em' in the night
Kill em' on sight
Trust me, kill em' on the mic
JME

had
But now whenever I reflect it
Only makes me glad
I went from HOC to chauffeurs in the HOV
By hustlin' tapes like they was ki's
So much paparazzi,

gettin' sewn up
Hours keep passin', time movin' slower
Take a few shots, baby, give it a shot

Come on, let's all get lit up
Like the stars, let's get up

with me, we active
We startin' a movement (Damn)
Ayy, keep that stick at my
Side by all means, girl
You know how I'm movin' (Boom)
Ayy, in New York with

a flower that
Is growin in the forest
And we talked by the hour
Oh we were not lovers, but I loved you
Oh oh oh oh loved

And oooooh- beautiful clouds
I've

the judgment up
To the man in the mirror, yeah
Drinkin’ whiskey on my balcony
Look out and observe
See a world movin’ without a me
Thirstin’ for a taste but seen

They said
Cause the Kamakaze's movin the crowd
Gettin them loud gettin them pumped
Cause the Kaze with the microphone
That will bust your fuckin ear drum

routes driven by the blind
Are great distances now they Artest
Jumpin in the stands to fight the wrong dude
Left all you right while the
Koch brothers eat

When things don't go the same
Check, hear everything I speak poetic Drive

What affected me was far beyond
They will show you what the worth is
By

Eye be On
Been sippin' that Neon
Styrofoam, movin' slow
I've been here for an eon

Well there's a rapping at my door
Boy I'm on my Deon
While i been

the trench
Not talkin’ Frito lays (Racks, racks)
Broke ass niggas wonder how I’m movin’ day to
Day (yeah)
Told ‘em I’m a big stepper none of
Them can keep

and get back
It's a chess match, she's on his back like a jet-pack
She's kept track of all his Internet chats
And guess who just happens to be movin

the beaten path
Turbo-charged, I’m killin’ time

Stormborn, devil’s child
Stained by the sinner’s blood
Movin’ up to a speed that thrills
Stand down! I’m

rider 
Clique hella small we don’t fuck with outsiders 
I don’t like to talk cause I be movin private 
Your girl rare taste man she just can’t hide it

always pay up 
Get this money, see my fatty got boys singing Hallejula 
When I walk by dem man say 'ahhhh' like gal from Ipanema 
I work hard and get what

put you in yo seat and make you panic yeah
Automatic
Automatic
I’m too cold like the mothafuckin Atlantic

I been told by too many to just shut it down

em change
Stay up in yo lane
My niggas go insane
My niggas go insane

Only few ones can relate bro callin bout the jakes 
They outside by the stop sign

Cause you out here movin sloppy
Baby I’m real these other niggas carbon copy’s 
I’m the tren$etta that these niggas copy 
Sipping champagne my bitch do