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fans move in a circles
Leave your land damned, for this camp I'm the kernel
See you in the stands, this my damn good rehearsal
Life a game, this

with defeat
Who you see is who you be and if you are what you eat
Then I'm a pussy, don't push me, probably land on my feet
So I gets back, back to work

that I'm making a Sandwich 
Plans on the land I'm expanding fly 
Foreign bitch that I land with I
Know youll never understand this side 
Bayview Hunters

The style in the rhymes
I heard it a couple of times
When I was out of line
But now I'm fighting back
I'm baseball striking bats
You know they liking that
I

down
Eliminate prey, try to cross what line What I spit, it be transfusions
All intermenstrual need exclusives New chief, hall of fame, where be my star

This is not a game for slackers...
There are no give me's no do overs no life lines...
Yo it's CZR
(Jester Made this)
Ear to the streets

To tell you how I aired my line
I tell ya if it wasn't right
You don't need to paint am
You don't need to condemn me
I bring y'all into shining light
My

super fly so how the hell do we move inside to
Land safely
Fathom quakes that'll shake
Atoms at a massive rate
Addin that half your cake
Can shatter

flood the spot goin up young work over da top I'ma money fiend bag chasing addict rather buy a lot of land then a couple paddocks
I'm tryna stack this

planted yea
Need the jet and a place I can land it
While I'm looking for a muse like an artist I can manage
Calling plays different cities those away games

feeling up high now
Above all the clouds and the planes in my way 
Fell 30 thousand feet just to land in a stack of hay  
Like..
I’m o lucky son of a gun
I

the finish line 
That's right 

People count you out but you gone have to prove em wrong
You don't come at me correct 
You won't be round me for long
All you

came on a dare, in this land of the unclear, claiming you could ace, and wake up the race
let's see the evidence, put events on fire, you can take it

you see them vultures flyin
Yeah, standin' in the back of line
Oh, tryin' to get a scoop of shine
Oh, I see it comin' and it's bright

I've been doin'

Where you're headed for safe-kept reasons
Telephone electrical lines swinging in static placements

Tangled up in blues going for a medley backroad cruise

land's protected and nestled inside a solar system
No one has permission to go in any condition
If it ain't interstellar, our former leaders let it grow

the same I'm not from this planet
God went to damn it,
I understand it
I don't agree
I don't plan to land it

I'm ballin out
Fake ones I'm calling out
I,

I'd rather be living off the land
But I'm living as man with fixed crimson on hands
And I've done a lot of shit I'm not proud of
That carousel come

Line it all up and then crack it open
Aint no Ms
Aint no Gs
Less you talking money
You aint talking to me
Less you talking money
You aint talking to me

cause we designed the rules
We enlighten minds to find ideas like the tools
Read between the lines and watch as we divide the youth
Peter Piper tried

I don't give a fuck 
Who think they fly
Be-Ware of him
Attempts of land here
And you won't survive

So I rise
Won't fall victim to the lies
That they

on a land mines
I might have niggas with a mac that dont wanna facetime
 
I dont really waste time 
Ill hit you with the baseline 
Vroo thu thu
Thats

Town
We work hands in dirt
Uncovering the low down
Packin' 9's to picket signs
White collar crimes, border lines
Writin' rhymes, reflecting times

up from high lands
I can never chill I don't mind them
My bitch she cool she high
I been on her so highly

Niggas out here tryna find me
Tell these