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Track runner, I run it up
Accountant, I count it up
Track runner, I run it up
Accountant, I count it up
Cha Ching
Track runner, I run it up

take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this

like a taxi
I get what I want with no question, don't ask me
You can get stopped in your tracks like you lastly, augh
Smoke on the beat he moonwalking

Can't Truss It

Public Enemy

Apocalypse 91...The Enemy Strikes Black

1991

Bass in your face
Not an eight track
Gettin' it good to the wood
So the people
Give you some a dat
Reactin' to the fax
That I kick and it stick

competition into casualties

First track gotta show all the people that I can rap
Combat anybody who talking behind my back
Face facts I'm the future and pretty

and Blue Devils, on an 8-second life
8 miles from Memphis, where our secrets can't hide
Our hearts ignite, our souls alight, embracing the night
By the bends

wasn't built in a week
So I rinse I rehearse I repeat
By the time that I've finished spitting 
Everybody will be sitting and gripping onto the edge

where i sleep, now give me my key

[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with

you see me on stage know I'm boutta go in
I be runnin' that track man I really go ham
Ima hit the one eight and then Ima be gone
On my waist is all

little xans. I keep it litty fam, fire in these streets, I'm a lion on these beats, U getting bodied by a beast.
 Still climbing to my peak, While u

and I still the best rap trio
Future so bright, man I gotta wear shades
Keeping haters guessing like a game of charades 
iPhone 8 plus might never upgrade

out I know the beat will listen
Sippin
My momma trippin
She said that Im just like (beep)

Alcoholism, Imprisoned by all these vices
Grew up around

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

Do You See

Diddy

Middle Finger U

1999

playa hatin' from way back (way back)
Mad at you, just because they whack (they whack)
And I bought your style, older than 8-track (8-track)

[PD]

a song by a foreigner
A man who learned the slang before he ever crossed the border
He learned all he knew from off a four track recorder
"Don't mourn

on track, so I edited it
Future unknown, shallow mystery
Questions have a past, not smarter than history
To what end, I don't know, let it be
I got thoughts

Until the End of Time

Lecrae

Empire

2015

on tracks you should know if you get in my way that I never let up
There's some people that need to hear truth they get beat down by lies and get told that

Chopping chopping that's a wrap
Dropping bombs like it's Iraq
On the track, I'll be driving by when all your tires flat
This has started as a metaphor

goin crazy makin me insane
I'm down like a burrow cincinnati bengal
And always on point acute triangle
Livin by the law lieutenant dangle
This beat is

American Pie

Catch 22

Washed Up! EP

1999

seven members,
That's it. That's all you got.
Eight! Eight!

Lick a shot-shot. Boom 5 4 3 2 1 wanna make you jump up,
It's like a clean cut
Slicing

shoot ya
And change ya name to DJ I-Got-Beat-By-The-X-Ecutioners

"Yea, yea, y'all know the name" "X-Ecutioners"
"Stabbin' the track with both hands..

a love letter
To everyone I know that I'm gonna do better

Holly
My names Holly Jade
I'm on this track and I'm not getting paid
How many years? Only eight

plastic love mimmic
Hardest my age no cap
Dun step round there eight mile trynna see who realist
This dream gon work still she flushed away by the way that

Yo, yo
Three twenty-seven now AM.
Eight twenty-three
Fucking matters
Yeah
From flipping burgers at McD’s
To morning shifts
At some factory
To not