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Shooter
Serious shooter
It's Baby, look

I told them niggas I was top five when I was underground (yeah)
Fucking all the bitches (yeah) give

five cards out a bad shuffle hand over
To America and make the country play strip poker 
Now you see there's no soles in them nice Louis loafers 
That's

Sample: "come and take over"

Gates: " put on my Dodgers fitted, then I
Took that off and put on my Philly fitted
Rolled a Philly in it, lotta

'round here baby
Don't you forget it
Making music that'll last for
Over a fuckin' century
Look, ain't nobody do it like me
They wanna be the boy but they

Man this is to fucking hard to not go on the album...
I think it's gonna go on the album

Beautiful tango
Take me by the hand
Beautiful tango
Until

first deal, wasn't no mill
Barely had a dollar to my name and I was broke by day two
Doing all types of songs, they were jammin, don't get me wrong
But my

This is
My WORLD this is my time
Y'all better get Y'all starting five
Cuz I'm in this bitch like Mr. Freeze
Y'all better get on your hand and knees
I

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't

Woo, I didn't see you there
It's a sincere pleasure to be
Back with you all
From sunny Wells, Maine to wherever you are

(Gotta get) By, so I'm

myself intact
And I found myself trapped in the city of Flagstaff
Making something good out of all of these bad raps

Zach, what in the fuck are we

Don't bother me, I'm workin'
Don't, workin'

Can't you see I'm on the phone
Bitch gon', don't be comin' over here with shit when I'm (workin')
Call

It's hard tryna fit all these words on the front and the back of this one little page
When I'm making it harder to listen
Sitting with lies and it's

to be fought off
Caught off guard by a watch
On hand, by an off chance; hot damn
Knot off that line's advance
Once they're offline we can nod off again

questioning myself)
All the time
All the time
What can I be?
Who will see?
Cuz every day, every night
Making the next beat
Too sound hella undefined
By my past

the perfect time 
To still enter The Matrix in 1999 
Girl told me 25 tracks is way too much
cn album that long man it gotta be the deluxe 
Nonsense all 25 bouta

all over the pulp, no fiction
My description of how I write lyrics is off the wall, no egyptian
Flowing in code, peep the encryption
Yeah, five years

shit
Made over 100k and blew through all that shit
I had never seen no dope was new to all that shit
Niggas never had no hope man what you call that shit

the thinking man with a mic in my hand
That's why I am where I stand
And you're all living life by the gram
Shortening your life span
All I gotta say is, fuck

Freeing the damned by being free as I am
And speaking belief into people sittin' with reason to stand
Who just might be needing a hand
I got you
9th

gonna have to pick one
They bust Desert Eagles over funds like it's fun
All full of drugs but running low on love
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Don't Say a Word

J Dilla

Dillanthology, Vol. 1: Dilla's Productions for Various Artists

2009

talent barely recognized like Kravitz without his dreads
Sprinkle my ashes all over Big Lez after I die
'Cause Chino been the illest since I was juvenile,

the sonics
Super loud when I pull up at the 4 way
And I drive by cuz I'm done with fake beef like 5 guys
I pulled off bumping my album and
I realized that

quarter
like the Beach Boys or the Beatles, the Parliament globally
callin the shots explodin 'til 'Pac, roll all the way over
Respectfully hate me, you

to call you and say 'Hi"
I'm making money, just to spend it on you all time
I got the nicest flow, I got the nicest gold
Without you by my side always feels