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Lurking in the back like a crook in the black of the bushes
With the rats, with a axe, and the stacks of wood is
By the garage, the Mirage tracks

that opp pack loud
Load up the clip, air it out
I'm so fuckin' high that my
Head in the clouds
Don't try to turn your back on me
Or you will be dead by

from a movie
That kiss in the rain

On the darkest days you got me through
That's how I knew our love was true
Your lips painted pictures of skies

therapy bad
These rappers is gassed, these rappers is actors and this movie's terribly cast
I'm finna kill it
Compare this track to a strap and a mask

And the people he meets
Shaped by his own views
And what he disagrees
Upgraded his sound
Just by makin' some beats
Collaborated
With creatives
So we painted

this thing go
Even when I'm not yours
Swear that pussy so warm
But that heart is stone cold
Swear those pupils don't lie
I'm just tryna get by
Swear you

A blessing you work to make 
A beating you'd bleed to take 
The heart of the ghost of what we do 
A movie where you're the star 
The story is what we are

through the loose flags
Painted high on white church walls
I chase my blood from brain to thumped heart
Until I'm out of breath for trying

Worry not,

Haters

Kool Keith

Spankmaster

2001

You're pregnant with my kid
By the fireplace, we watch his doo-rags burn
I remodeled you, gave you the diamonds he couldn't wisely concern
Always talkin

She plan on leaving me
I tried but not so much
Now she ain't seeing me
My heart like a movie with a million scenes
By far this is my deepest apology
I

the credentials, go to central, they all know me
I'm a get rich with the homies, go to Cali, fuck some groupies out in hollywood with brodie
Chrome hearts, my

Stay the Course

DJ Shadow

The Less You Know, The Better

2011

the loss
From the start to the finish, my heart will never diminish
Hit the stage but I started in the park 
On the benches I was singing for
When I sing

she ugly as f-"

Tired of looking back
Trying to look in tact
Tired of seeing money by the gram and losing track
Tired of cookie cutter friends they

intellect
Took a while to see by my vision
Can't put your foot down you be trippin
Did you hear yourself speak you don't listen
In the dark I got the sunlight

on

Then type a tweet bout ya mom on my pigeon

It’s a movie it’s made with suspension

Smoke a op just to relieve my tension

It’s chef doc how I whip in

Back on the Scene

Slaughterhouse

Slaughterhouse

2011

spendin' petti-cash
No worries I'm the same as what you met me as

Bitches sayin' go ahead wit' your sexy ass
Y'all can have my heart you can get it out

Heaven boy on the track
Yes sir
My big heart been big hurt
I was naïve I didn’t know that they would drag it through the dirt like that
No lie they

the ballpark
I charge more just for awkward small talk
So yes, who's fucking with it if it's not the best?
I get the lobby painted fresh upon my request
It's

get lost in my eyes, never seen that colour green
Feels like paradise, not a cloud in sight, just like a movie scene
That fades to nothing when I leave

the back like a crook in the black of the bushes
With the rats, the axe, and the stacks of wood is
By the garage, the Mirage tracks the shadow
My weapon is

holding me back
I put myself and my team on the map
By putting my soul in each one of these tracks
Riding through my city sitting pretty
Cruising in my subi

catch my luck
All these boys wanna crash my fun
Mute my sound grab my tongue
I'm about to blow like a bad guy's gun
Trigger stay blessed might baptize em

the confusion by proving the fact that you’re cruising for a bruising and when it’s over you end up losing

I feel it oozing through my veins, perusing up to my

blunt tho

I hit it and quit it never gon cuff tho

Cuz my heart too cold to feel any love tho 

So I never stop it 
Cuz there ain’t no option
But touring