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dimple
Rethreading the fabric of my thoughts
I'm rewired by the magic of these bots
I've got a PlayStation thumb playing PlayStation 1
Up all night til'

feel like a queen
(She wanna feel like a queen)
I do my dirt by my lonely
I don’t want no one to see
(I don’t want know one to see)
I just be dragging so

mood you seeing from me
Hard to always show 'em the one they want me to be
Depression is a lesson I'm learning to cut the tree
Down down down
I used

girl, we bout to have some fun
Yeah, she wanna have some fun yeah, come on, you know it's good
But no, I cannot be all night
Know that you're wrong, you

want it all
Sometimes I just need somebody to vibe with
That' all...
Will you remember?
Remember my story, please!
I'll live forever thru your memories

Ay, somebody pour me a drink
Aldi Mink
And I better hear them ice cubes clink
Yeah this that Aldis finest stink
We bourbon diving deep
I'll probably

If actions never do match them
(...I'm just mad man walking)
These mad men
They market the path walking
By chalk drawings
Of bodies on the pavement

of the greats
Somebody called in the silverback,
They fucked by the movement, Matilda raps
Bitch I don't hang with monkey bidness
Crushing skully's and I dump

Fuck all that talking lil nigga let’s link
SRT no this not no lil Jeep
By myself it was me vs me
High with the wealth I can spend with the kings
I want

Fathers, 2004

Sho Baraka

The Narrative

2016

an extension to a mattress
Never reach a goal by pulling others down
Royalty is much more than a throne and a crown
Your knees should be hurt from praying

somebody bring me a canteen grown man cooking up no Kid Cuisine all about the cash the cream you dig me
They call me Bizz for a reason so don't be mad if I

about an Evil King, Ganondorf
Tryna rule everything from here to planet Mandalore
If I could just get my hands on the Master Sword
Things would be

smoke the bombest dro, nigga it's phenomenal
Nigga now we blow, fuckin' with college hoes
Niggas playin' dominos, somebody bout to lose they hold
Rasta

cap until he prove sumn
You the type to see ya Opp & freeze ain't gon do nothin
I'm so tired of these niggas in my county who be cappin
They hoop dreams

a movie by that ni**a Stanley Kubrick (Whoa)
Perfect time to pop up (Whoa)
Wet you like the hot tub (Whoa)
Clean up Aisle 7, damn somebody gettin' mopped up

to God's standard of morality not society's 
They are called not to conform to the patterns of this world but to be transformed by the renewing of their

and the lock to the game
Everything that music is certainly missing
Can surely be given now found
In what's currently scripted
By this gifted individual you have

But ya punks don't know what you're playing with when trying Rye
Try to gas me, bitch I'm as dangerous as cyanide
Somebody better go out there and make

I don't know, but why?
I got stung by bees
Why are you asking again?
Not in mood to explain
Brain inside of a train
With my blade cutting veins
I just

could be Kings and Jacks
Joke is still on me
That never happened
(Uh, uh)
I want some spaghetti
I want something 'cause these feelings heavy
Thank you,

about these cops
Put my hood on like Trayvon

All that I know is a W
Up with my clan, I feel like Raekwon
Only time I get a L
Is when I be throwing

on the next up like a Pharisee
And what I write scare rappers like they reading some Larry King
So if you said I ain't the hottest out, then that's just heresy

how they rate it
Cop tens by the two when I take it
It's numbing my body, I'm always sedated, yeah
(And what you can't do?)
And I can't be running

Don’t get it fucked up yeah we straight
Tell your neighbor to take his
Hand out the collection plate
Or get struck down by the hand of God
Damn if I ain’t