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my rhymes are too sick
I got the wit that doesn't quit, I'm the type to commit
Don't be a hypocrite, you should be a politician
Cause you sneak

We are now 3 months into the year of our Lord, 2023
And in this moment in our civilization we can create cybernetic individuals
Who within just a few

So you opened this? Turn to page 2. Or 3
I don't really remember. It's about time

So this is just me as I'd like you to see
When my mind is free

Happiness is disguise
This is why I'm defined
By these three letters
And nothing seems to be making me better
It just keeps terror-ising my thoughts
I gotta

Wandring through the jungle lost and then I fumble
Lose the map, it's all I had and now I'm left to struggle
Hearing lots of voices all are telling

This Niggas can't catch me am gone
I puff and i pass but I hold for to long
Slim are your chances dont act like you on
Am doing like 3 hundre million

that I feel
Wait let me take another pill
Let me pay another one of your bills
Your "thanks you's" are kinda like three dollar bills they're really not

like Suavitel fresh towels from the hotel
Fresh flowers from the botanical garden
I don't give a damn you can tell by my garment
That we have nothing in

(Sanbra fie, Sanbra fie)
I'm moving by the sea (Medofo ba)
Oh, baby we should meet (Gyata no gugu hɔ)
Get a feeling sometimes I don't know if I'm where I

Memories grow stronger as night Draws near
Summers by the lake diving from The pier
A 3-day honeymoon back in '
64
Cabin on the Hudson couldn't ask

sleeves
I bet you can't handstand on a mountain bike
Admit you know that you and I are a lot alike

Everybody knows that you can't go
With rollerblades fast

Here I stand, by myself, looking in the mirror like what's next
No, I can't rest, not till it's finished
Not till the negative self confidence is

the weather (Yeah)
School work and bitch niggahs who think they better (Yeah)
They know who they are, and know that they lost in vendetta (Okay)
And won in

by but your love got them all confused
Imma feel aight yea
They don't got what it's for me
They don't got what it's for me yea
U got me jumping 1-3 yea

first night in jail and all through the house
Nothing stirred but a mouse
And the faggot giving head to three cells down
Slurping that nigga putting work

appealed...three times!
Rosie:
Sing!
Girls:
We love you Conrad
Oh yes we do
We love you Conrad
And will be true!
When you're not near us
We're blue!
Oh, Conrad, we

clippers to they mane
Give em all a bald fade
See, we are not the same
This is not a game
Got angels protecting me
Demons doing my bidding
The devil invested

Well...
Fuck my ass with a red hot poker. Our country's being led by a fascist fucking joker
So sing it loud and proud, ya gotta croak it from your

paper 
Don't do no lay ups
Shooting 3 cause I'm greater 
I'm not a hater 
On my grind like I'm a skater
Ain't nothing major
But I don't talk to no

friends are slowly fading, First Waylon, and then Johnny too
But like Billy Joe said, I'll Live Forever, its 3 chords & the truth

I was in Austin back in

fee 

I'm from the three they know I'ma G
so they don't fuck with me.

White bitch name bird I'm charging her 33.

Ya boys a knock pop up at the spot

9. The Dead Cicada
The rain has come and has overflowed,
The dew and frost are on the ground.
The last of the grass has drooped its head,
The cicada

Rain Water [Bonus Track]

Atmosphere

You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having

2005

strapped but you are by yourself, ain't ya?
Damn straight, I got a jail cell mantra
Been boxed up but I never been settled in
Him got tough started developin

Sentenced to Five

Pooh-Man

State Vs. Poohman Straight from San Quentin

more riding with my homies getting high
Just reminiscing about the Eastside
Hit the weight pad
Trying to stay in shape
By the time I get out I have songs