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was gon' miss got the rebound
New tenants in the game you gotta leave now
New fans since a nigga in the league now
Follow me since a nigga in the lead

but your raps are boring
They leave me snoring, you ain't making hits
All due respect man, it's not a diss
But your album stinks like imported Swiss

for the critics
But I don't like the sound of the crickets
And I'm pounding the rhythms and blues
Drinking's painful, they be like "Lil Xay, oh shit,

The morbid and uplifting
Separated by a thin line that moves according to your focus and intentions
It ain't all black and white
Matter fact life's mostly grey

the remix
I go by the name of Sacario

[Fat Joe] Yeah!
[Sacario] Angela, Joey Crack
[Fat Joe] Pick the music up man
[Angie M] Let's do it
[Sacario] We 'gon

peak
Even though MorePerkys outdid you on every fuckin' beat
How the fuck you make an album, and get carried by the feats
Jadon flexin' fake chains, them

rewind/
or you might miss a vital part of the rhyme,/
cus that's just the type of thought we design./
So Looptroop is still hated by everyone,/
cus

bitter
Had to find a way to stop crying long rivers
By playing songs, I gotta thank Mac Miller
Cuz that was my escape, music was the way
But still it hurt

beating
Cus you know lynxx is about to blow
Talk behind my back
Then you try to shake my hand
When the album drops people gonna over stand
Internet haters

Puppet

Jake Miller

Us Against Them

2013

supposed to say?
Hey baby, how you doin'? I missed you home
By the way I'm bout to leave, ah good
I'm going on a fall tour
But I'll be back before you

provide you the steps
Need to get lifting to put up my reps
Don’t cross Cheri love that woman to death
By God my God I never thought I’d be here
All these

in me
Can't get by with the looks
So i gotta dive into some books
Lotta music now a days
Just words on a page and a catchy hook
Passion drives me not

rhyme it rhyme and if it don't it don't, fuck it

I don't really know how to make a love song that sound good
All my old relations toxic I was stuck in my

sit up in my room and try to plot
On ways to make it out the hood and take this music to the top
And when the album drops, I really hope that you listen

dreaded
Use to tell her I love her just to get her legs spreaded
Never been desperate tired of being neglected
By bitches I never put second but they will

tell my passion, they say I'm a dreamer
They tryna put me down
Why they hating so loud
I hope they know by now
I still don't hear a sound
Like who, what,

age by the sound that I'm spitting
Here's a hint
I got a healthy stream
I could spit it whatever lyrics without you knowing I'm fifteen
I'm

Yo, who's still spinning them ?
They been binning them
Miss the days when just listening
Was a motive
No skipping tracks
All the tracks had

Sensitive

Brother Ali

Plays, Strays & Stays: A Rhymesayers 2018 [Recap]

2018

choking and my lungs won't provide air
Then I dropped an album, they reacted to it and
Started selling out First Avenue
Now all the bad dreams I have are

breathe 
Cardi teauila on boats a whole lot of smoke . 
My niggas in front of the boat.
Passing by Ricky his Martin is close .
Don't do the most or exit

he say music, he can't picture it
But I know it's all love, got my best interest
Let's get it then
I been thinking bout the times that we're living in

at us now, We all grown up
Listen to the music is a different sound
Vibrations got my earth quaking
Hate waking up every day and
Actin like I ain't care

billin' it to?
It's where I live, y'all just sound like you visit the stu'
Just know we hearin' all the fibs, that you spit in the booth
And your music

not fuck with these niggas
This niggas be bitches I swear to god they be bleeding
I dropped an album I'm the hood hero
I really gave q sum to believe in