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good
Have me anytime
You know your my hit queen
You probably never met me
Dreams are good time
We should make new memories
We just turned to dust
The old

of hope
The ocean rocks me to and fro
Bite the dust I keep going, screaming out without a voice
See the sun, is it even real?
Burns my skin, but why

a cloud of dust
A ghost arisen
Windshield don't show much
But I know something's hidden
So I spin the dial real slow
On these straightaways
Lonely

for what
I'm not too bargain so don't under cut
I do not know when enough is enough
And enough is enough when I'm laying in dust
Poof
Fly fly fly away

with the tools
Hit your own face
Fake xans with the dinner plate
Leave your ass work on the innerstate
You can mix the Cali grape
With a real Memphis

bitch
Now your an MC, angle switch
Boom, blow out your candles quick
Emotional wreck, can't handle shit
Put an L by your name like Samuel prick
Make man

defined
By how hard we fall
So, dust yourself off and stand tall
‘Cause you can make it of this, I’m sure
Just spread your wings and you will soar

I know i

so chill I go with the flow
I'm so ill you know ima blow for real
Might be the only rapper with a psych degree
hyphy off nice tree
Wifey right by me

of you weak fucks, just become dust in the wind
So fuck it with them, heard this new rapper's the shit
Glad to know that autotune is saving this wonderful

I'm Tyson
Twist my brain and feel my frame colliding 

(Look)

I still remember that party by Mira Loma 
A Golden Aura elegantly shrouded your persona

Big Shady (no doubt) Lil' Z (somethin new)
The Highway meets College Park (yeah yeah shorty)
A-T-L is officially locked down - [IT'S GOIN DOWN]

I'm gonna shoot like a shooting star
I'm gonna make it, I am a star

Unnuh free me up, all a you haffi eat di dust
Siddung and a pree me, envy every

for something new
You're so blinded by the fucking truth
Wake the fuck up, we see reckoning in front of you
Dust won't settle
They call me mental

Praise Jesus, hate the real Carrie Underwood
Bricks blue and white like Aryan Brotherhood
"Hail Satan" scribbled with a
Crayon on the wall
Pay with your

I left him by the staircase, his ass was stuck
Grip the coattails that's if you must but you won't catch these niggas running round with us
Crack

Break Away

Nines

One Foot Out

2017

and break down a pack
1A the hood, land all them shottas out of town
Went 'Dam for the plug, now we the opposite of down
Uh, tryna leave a nigga's head by

Got 'em by the ears
Walk behind the fields
All their dreams reflect your fears
Ain't nothin' else but pull the belt
Spread the wealth but who dust

Pile of Broken Tools

Officer Negative

The Death Campaign Project

Drawing back
Now I see
The pile of broken tools
Beneath the dust
In the darkness
Some were useful once
But some have never been
We all lie stagnant

Reality TV

Rat City Riot

Dirty Rotten Games

2006

Voice of reason and the dust is in your eyes.
Shadow of fear from the burning skies.
You don't know what the news anchor said.
Your only concern,