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the Hell's Kitchen Nasir Jones
With some of Kweli's pros
That's widely spoke of and held
In regard by most
Of whom I would care about their opinion
You

I'm more lost than I've ever been
Please help me, all I got is this paper and pen
Now I'm waiting for them while they ride up slow
Not a care in

the secret potion
It's not too hard
You either have it or you don't
Make a habit on your own
Or get tricked by every rabbit in its hole
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Bash

of no snitching
Mind ya business, like the best entrepreneur
I be diminished
By the metaphor, in the following sentence
I told you I does it a dozen times

and tap out
I'm runnin' the game, not stuntin' for fame
You really ain't something to brag 'bout
You stuck in your ways, I've adapted to change
So tell me

this game
You rappers ain't the same you changed the way you rap
Your beat selection is in fact inspired by the boy
Congratulations you're employed
I

the nettles and steam 
Was soon torn by my brother's plaintive cries
The poor little nipper caught his dong in his zipper
He was dancing with tears in his eyes

living in my eyes
Cuz I ain't really all they say I am
I'm just a guy and I ain't got no pride (pride)
Whip through my city in a KIA by my damn self
Can't

me and my friends
I'm in the 600 Benz, counting 200 grand

You a snitch on the stand, you a bitch and a man
I'm on Miami Beach, cause my house by

white hoes in the hills up in Thousand Oaks
She wanna try the whole team she got a thousand throats
Still tape season, but i'm on album mode
Separation

there, drove a car through the door

But then by chance I stumbled on her, Minnie Pearl on a beach
She was sat a bathed in gold, and her hair a silver

be perceived in various ways
Imagine a picture, it's a nice day
There is a beach you know very well
What are you thoughts? You feelin' okay?
Strong

gon'
Pass it or pop it
I still got a ratchet, a mask in the closet
Nigga

Ayo, I copped the Beamer with low mileage
I heard bein' broke by
People don't

to mess up all my flow
Woah, woah
I said this shit was gonna be crazy
No one's safe, all this shit
But this is low-key weak, bruh
I've gotta lock in right

both, yeah, why the fuck not?
Only care about the beats and sick drops
London town to Brisbane, what?
Swapped in macs for flip flops
Money in the grave,

to burn through
Used to talk about girls in the class
Especially the ones whose tits grew fast
Looking back it seems kinda strange
I thought that's how boys

About the Whole Bushel Live
Squeegee boys at ya ride
Album mode, what's the vibe 
I said Which Way Is- the phone interrupted 
Who fuck is this, somebody

my damn Crocs
She can keep my socks (Damn)
Just 'cause I hit your lil' bitch, boy
Don't think we opps (We not)
Balling like a Sacramento King
In these

time Ima trip
Fat boy gotta lotta dough just for the drip 
Venice beach 250 on the kicks
Came back from the dead popping bottles in the vip
Wipe me down

in love and I'm movin' slow
I'm the illest out my town, and you can tell just by the flow
This the goal
We jump out and take control
We get wavy

the truth hurts, I like being lied to
I can't deal with issues in the
Ways that I would like to
It's funny how I've always got
A text to reply to
That's why I

are colder than Sweden
So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season
Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason
Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden
My

thought I have, man I write down
In case I might drown, doing it for my town
Visionary boys, yo we outta sight now
Nico prolly constructing and laying

tired of sneakin' in 
Lyin' 'bout where I've been 
How long can this go on 
Pretendin' to love someone who just don't turn me on

And every time I