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Had stomach slop
We Pill-y popping I'm off the rocker
Walking by they be googly eyed
See she got a thing for skeletons
Tha psycho he swirl a cyclone we

intercourse with a pen
Cumming on a notebook call that shit lyrics
I be going hard muthafuckas gotta feel it
When I hit the studio I be pouring out my feelings

ready
For some divine ascension
I'm living proof you ain't gotta
Listen to rigid rules
Made by the system whose only
Goal is to finish you
Chasing for

an album out 
Feel good

Feeling good like Sunday
Grand momma cooking
Wanna escape from this ghetto
But I keep a foot in
I heard I'll never make it
Never

shit
But a meal on my plate 
Up for some days 
Just to make it okay
Feeling jaded off
Something I can't really say 
Pain in my thoughts 
Gotta get it off

me?
You a mini me like dad ID
You got Will but will.i.am like Black Eyed Peas
I’m that guy please
Actually come on fuck that, I’m me
Drink got me

immortalized 
Feeling like I’m Hopkins how I caught the vibe 
Shawty wanna hop in let me deep inside Woah
This was out of reach but never out of mind 
Gotta find

I gotta white face
Tell me can you have black thoughts with a white face
I was brought up on this music taught by its influence
So much I never

sewed from seams
Made by black Queens
'Cause you fifty-four but, looking fifty-three
Work it, granny, work it
Whatever you do, please don't hurt 'em
You

blinded by the pain
That I got up all inside
Been a victim to ways
Boy that traffic, It ain't light
Said I can't really escape
From the killers in my mind

exclaimed
"Sic semper tyrannis"
Daily dabble in the deleterious
I'm Britney with the clippers
Don't tell me to chill 'cause I ain't hearing it
Black king—bury

like I treat them hoes too
Don't care what you gotta say
I play my game like pros 
Ooh
This shit be making profits
But money just an object
Boy look

and a dream
I ain't scared to grind I'm finna eat by any means 
Before they strip my life away, I'm finna make it rain
Used to hurt my feelings, now I'm bout

any season
Think I got that trait from my black momma doing everything and
Know she must provide she fill her wallet up by any means
Think she ain’t

one stone
It's crazy to me how easy killing birds is
Emotional support music
What the people want to hear
Supplemented by not feeling worthless
Sounds

What the fuck do I look like 
Being a slave to slave 
Mane the  definition of support
Done changed these days
AND DID's my black album 
Then I back out

name hannah
Black and white bitches I call that hoe panda
Offended by my lyrics get out your feelings
Drop bout two albums you still ain't want hear it

reason
Spiral tempo like decaying down a full abyss
Inspired by the feeling of the full-a-bliss

Sirens in the back
Desire on the track
Album from the core

Me and my nigga is on some go gettas
You can catch me on the track
And you know I'm going gorillas
Fuck you and your feelings I'm
Just chasing down

I've been feeling like a, how can I say it
I've been feeling like a superhuman
Music booming, get a beat then abusing
Bruising, losing, stuming
Got

of splendor
But I gave her cane raw
Sipping my coffee Black as Marc Garvey
The boulevard of Empire where it all started
Cruising up Nostrand
Pedal to the ocean

on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah

I got flames

from
Greatness, as I step forward as that black poet, that black chalk on that white board

These good thoughts I gotta fight for em, cause otherwise I

Woah, woah woah woah woah
Yung Orad nigga
One and only, Big Curezza
I may be paranoid I gotta keep a Weapon by the side, leggo
How the perky hit?