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I'm going rambo in the studio in the booth going to war like Falljah
This game I spit is like money I give free bandz to these losers like Future
My

corrupted
Alexandrian text types from Egypt
Manuscripts never used by believers
A puzzle not complete with
All these missing pieces
Did Jesus preach this?

have your wife, on her knees and teeth got sperm in

Bop by with my new CD, so my block's nice
Top flight, ready to explode like a blocked pipe
Spot

genius
Paintin masterpieces like I'm Rembrandt
Cept I got my pen in hand
Can I get a

I haven't left this room in a minute
Eight hours in the studio gettin

thought was faking but listen to This new shit then we’ll see who’s the fake friend

(End of Chorus)

Sick of the lies,sick of the hate,why these racial

to the studio and got in front of the microphone
And was saying, "He held a gun against my head, this is a dangerous place
I wouldn't like to live here"
You

Forever Beef

Lootpack

The Lost Tapes

Walking down town new islands by the gas station
Spotted them
Four of them fillin up they black surbaban
Creeped to the other side tryin not to be seen
I'm

all that good stuff it'll be allright won't it?
Hey, by the time you've got this lot in your hands, by the way, we shall have been in the studio working

lied
Look at the ground and i cry (cry)
I cannot roll on my rides (rides)
Biking to find a new site (site)
Biking to find a new
My home is unknown
My

lied
Look at the ground and i cry (cry)
I cannot roll on my rides (rides)
Biking to find a new site (site)
Biking to find a new
My home is unknown
My

ain't what you'd think
I blink and sink to places
Carry on in all these stages
Can't remember all these faces
Studios that can't replace it
To see it's

Failure Club. Every week I'd present in our meetings, new versions of my songs. I started to live almost two lives and I would wake up really, early drink

on the rise right now
New patek tryna flood the hands of time right now
Told lil mama I'll be home
I gotta grind right now
Need to see a couple M's
Can't close

back
You can go hashtag, like
And repost that
These hands meant to translate
These niggas can't decode jabs
Cause I been on my 1,2 and 3,4
Mind

shadow work to bring the lightness
raised by the borough how you questionin our guidance
tight grips on push bikes pedallin the night strip
rappin

Jayson Williams shotty did
With no accidents
Tryna to keep my hands on these Presidents
Til I'm a veteran, mind over medicine
Coke game to Heroin
Nigga

their photos
Saw this girl drive by on her bike past the studio
And she smiled at me beautifully
In the city there's always somethin new to see
Wish I

changed now we moving like we brand new
It's 2:30 early in the morning
Reminiscing in the stu by my lonely
How I done went and told em bout my story
It got

and upset
Now they watching every move
I make I'm calling them Kinect
Look
Ain't nothing new when I be saying I'm going beast mode
These hoes, blowing up my

of the night
Disorienting visions of powerlessness and spite
To sleep, perchance the opportunity to dream
Of a new world with no need for me
But here, we are,

big face thats the new fifty
Im from the block where these niggas keep the mac dumping
You aint a real hustler if you never stack nothing
Ask sav how we

on this Earth
I would have walked at five months
Be speaking by six
I wouldn't have wasted time because as soon
As you're born you begin to die
I would have

the studio recording a new batch
Tryna move these songs like a train conductor
If one of them blow up, I stay for the last supper

This is more than a couple

the South Bronx cats from all over
Would rap for the Son
Back then crews sound like the Wu
And to me it was new
Even these 2 dudes from Hazakim
They were