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the morning sun we say we'll rise
That we will cash and merchandise
But we'll end up just like how we say
Less important day by day
Since the streets are made

is constantly rising
By learning to be a lot more compromising
Digital nomading. Making a living designing
Synchronized energy, self-care,

Don't you wanna grab a bite to eat, I would but I can't, I got three dollars and fifteen cents
Well, choose anything that you wanna grab on The menu,

brother then put him in the back
Ask where I'm from, told him "The 'Raq"
Said she want tick so I gave her a tack
Said he a mouse, nah he a rat
You blow

stand I hover
And when I hit a wall I bounce back like flubber
Yea I done been in the gutter
But that come back (Sheesh) on point like a thumb tack
Now

Well, I'm already on it
In jail again, you're-in
So often
I call it incontinent
This deposition's a sonnet
A flask in my hand
Spitting this damn random

so gone I'm high
I visualize you wit my eyes open
She a college girl and she well spoken
Pull that leg up for the Deep stroking
Niggahz claim that they

background, you can fingerprint me right now
Sticky fingers I’m an onyx I can slam it down
Well I’m grown now, on my own now
Yeah I was watching the throne but

hit 'em wit' a new pack
With the raps that I got I can make two stacks
With a pen on point held by two tacks
Man you boys couldn't hang if we had a shoe

Well I'm Kris
Next up on the market
Closet full of dreams still
No money in my pocket
The game's get by survive
'Cause I lost the prime of
Watched my

tell
Fooling ourselves to feel well
Asking around for permission
The at-t-tack is the ambition
I saw you going back
Feeling lonely
Feeling less
Feeling

That use to be ticky-tack now flagrant
Lost souls, looking for shelter
Play this one LOUD it's Bangin'
Have you ever thought about changin'
The way you

on
Cold facts; like nails and tacks to stick the back on
Rails and tracks; hails the lack of who can do this
To rhyme even half this good is on ya to do

to the finish line
Cause we out to get it feeling fine
Keep it up or we'll be creeping up
Running up the mountain steep and rough
Jumping over hurdles, peep

Well I'm just another late night singer, hoping for a dollar, playing a six stringer
Spitting the truth and selling myself piece by piece by piece

We've

home to me

I've been wailing and singing
My throats been stung by a bee
Well I've been wailing and singing
My throats been stung by a bee
And she said

Build up hope
Until the night is over
By morning fallen in love with a memory

Lavender eyes
Soft as April spring rain
Dry as autumn wine stains
Stars in

a tack in him, bet you know I'm switchin' gears (c'mon)
Like what's happenin', if you want fire we'll get fierce (c'mon)
We can cut it up to nothing like

and lease the whip
But If you gotta stunt
Then shop by the residual
But take a hint from me 
And start ya LLC
Take that Jordan money 
Make it mortgage money

a molly, yuh
I make it hurt (I make it hurt)
I make it hurt yuh (yuh)
I make it hurt (fuck)
I pop a perc (I pop a perc)
Well I pop a perc, yeah

Where

Morris Brown

OutKast

Idlewild

2006

came to heat it up

Sharp as a tack like I just left church(clean)
Smart than a tack when the windows won't work(mean)
Ridin' in the Cadillac Beatin'

A Louse Is Not a Home

Peter Hammill

The Silent Corner and the Empty Stage

1974

with sellotape
 and tin-tacks,
But I still feel there's some other Force here :
He who cracks the mirrors and moves the walls
Keeps staring through

Holup Btch Its Goldie! (Goldie)
You Can tell by my rollie! (Rollie)
Cuz Im On My Grind! (Grind)
Tony Hawk No Trophy! (Trophy)
And I Ball Hard! (Hard)

How much longer is this shit gon' last
Call me up say you're glad that I'm well
But when my guard falls down
And the truth comes out
You won't be too