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Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I

circle
See I stayed up all night writing this
And that's why the bags under my eyes purple
I don't deserve it- I don't deserve this shit
I just go down by

of me, under God in the dictionary
So many followers, I feel like a missionary
Fighting my wars by myself with no military

I would link with you, but that

Six months in and y'all yet to hear my most impressive songs yeah
Let me talk to y'all real quick okay

These words are for the girls I've been

Freedom
Isn’t Free
(Yeah yeah)
Ohh freedom
(Yeah we going back old school)
Isn’t Free
I go by the name of Mc Rafiki
Mike check 1,2,3
Yeah
Check it

You know the news is kinda like, this is the most divided this country has ever been
It's like, why, cause we tweet at each other
You know we had a war,

I'll keep going and flowing and showing
That you can do it!
Album release you better get used to it
Wanna hate why don't you do it?
I'll get back to it

to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car

Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where

message
My presence
Your halo
Will come to you soon
An album by me
Dropping in June

Ayo
Sitting right next the beef

Like its lettuce tomatoe
Complexion

open your mouth
And they say that they'll leave yo ass dead
Dont know why they pressed
They scared 'cause I'm death
Spoke under my breath
Then I shot 'em

inspired by the corner kind
Foreign ride, tints on thirty-five, trap door inside
For the stick, '95's for the kicks
Neon green, I had 'em too but was

to see this nigga everyday up at the school 
I mean dude was cool type of fool 
who always said what he meant 
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by

first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read

shootin', sike, I made you look

Yo, I spilled my guts last album and y'all thought it was suicide
The snakes in the grass and the rats in the sewer died

'fore I got a visa
Now I shine down on 'em like the sun in Costa Rica
We glorified truth seekers, yo soy en El Niño de Oro
Negro y Latino
Here for

true
Bad hoes undercover, they wanna love this brother
Cause I'm known to love the others while I'm under covers
That's just another nigga sitting stoop

the one you play on the album
More than the others

And that's why The Chris Allens spent a couple hours a day for an additional 4 months finishing
His

most my favorite albums had covers by Pen & Pixel
My pops had that 5.0, no tinted windows
Swear i used to rock Geneva's with pride, til Pimp had dissed

prefer Papeye's
I go down to the record label
And met with the Rabbi, and he's like
I can't sell this fucking record
You know why Eminem's album sold so

back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was

with one dude, you got beef with five guys
Ain't no going thru no drive-thru, but they gon' hit that drive-by, and bye, bye

One minute you got

by storm
And got all kinds of people buying our album
You ain't gon' quit now you gotta think this through
I got ya back for real son now stop acting

Little bloody stains in my eyes
Vessel breaking all of the time
Devil's on the clock 9 to 5
Falling through the stairs while I climb
And I could

When I die
Fix that tie
See man that's why you can't go over there
That' why nobody has and that's why nobody ever will
One kid did and no body ever seen