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and get these chips
Nope. This how you black out on a track like you don't give sh*t

This how you express your pain and anguish
Walking that fine line, it

I'm on a island, the sun is shining
My shorty fire in a bonnet, we kinda toxic
I tell the future for the profit, I'm in my pocket
A lot of people

dreaming caused by your scheming and wheeling of women dealing their children no future feelings or meals to fill them reeling in profit tilling 
i realize

gone, rolling tens like it’s outta fashion 
I’m a three-headed dragon
Behind the kit, I’m making beats, I keep my notes padded

White walls, I keep them

track to scratch your name right off the game's list
Plain shit I am sick of rappers
Pissed cause I'm a sicker cracker
Fire blacking out the room

What Part of the Game

McGruff

Destined to Be

1998

the sound of platinum chairs.
Predict future cash and it's near, my speech is dittly.
I bust shots until the heat gets heavy.
Fuck bitches until the sheets

A Musical

Brian d'Arcy James

Something Rotten! A Very New Musical

2015

A musical
And nothing's as amazing as a musical
With song and dance
And sweet romance
And happy endings happening by happenstance

Bright lights, stage

But you don't even have the perspective
To try to solve 'em no compassion, remorse
Or any type of future seeing
Government run by people that
Are barely

The Comeback Kid

B. Reith

Now Is Not Forever

2009

on the grind since L.J. was a Hornet
Way before the days of Chris Paul in New Orleans
Back in the days of M. Jackson and Jordan
I was on that 8-track reel

to
I had to vent over this track man
It's outta necessity, ya know
It's outta necessity
How vain it is to sit down and write
When a lotta y'all

by myself when I was fighting me
Devil almost had me so I had to flee
I really was tripping all up on these streets
Pills had me gone I anit had no

now
Man, how did it change looking at my past 
I was really going nowhere failing every class 
Momma getting mad wanna beat my ass 
Half the times got

Looking for payment saying fuck enslavement
Usin the tools of old ancients
Announcing my engagment to this music that we making
Ain't no faking on tracks

make music like they used to
(Oh no they don't, no they don't, no they don't)
And my crew says they don't make beats like they used to
(Oh no they don't,

below the letters
Your rhymes are general, plain, minimal blank
You eyes is blind by the sign of federal banks
You lost your focus of function
Remember

to rappers on the daily
A lot of artist with advances don't advance and make it
So we did it by our lonely, ain't a chance you'd take it
This is the future

and paper
Cause you better pay attention
I'm not tryna go and beat around the bush 
Giving you a look of reproach
And these lyrics will get you shook
Not

this for 
Cleats on my feet on this track yeah I run it 
Beats on the beach just to see what I come with
Ona cT got steady ready for deployment 
Putting

they gotta run it back
R&B singer and I made that fire afro beat track
I ain't even black like that, it just came naturally
They love Truelove in

and your snakey movements
So main conclusion I came to shoot him
Starts on a metro beat made by Boomin
Ends on the Metro Drakes face a news clip
No way

any truth
If this is the future then I wasted my youth
Too many friends, fallen by the wayside
Broken and burnt, Kentucky brain fried
Kick back turn up

Jigga on the beat
Now tell me who does it better than that
I’m a veteran deadly sharper than a blade I cut them in half
The Jack star they appear to be

Walkin' what I talk I beat the time right off the clock
I rip the mic right out his hand
Pulled up the ski pulled out the cannon
Just for the ones who said

he's the ruler
Pick up on my instincts and
Staying sick with the future
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