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daytime
In the back of my mind, it wasn't fine
Petrified by this design, need realign
I put my cards on table and roll sevens every time
Don't you have some

hopped all on my dick
Goddamn, my mind's sick
I'm toxic
I'm carelessly flowin' through the city lookin' for my bitch
Askin' what our time went
Damn, I left

chance I got
And he would begin to cry
Telling me the stories of his days long gone by
Well he started out in an old jazz band
Up in Chicago town
That old

the smoke the most while my back turned like second hand
Keep myself composed nothing special bout it I'm just a man
But why they gotta be so emotional I

I'll give you
Organix, Illadelph halflife
Hit the L or hash pipe
And give em' hell on that mic
Pass my tipping point, then I hit the joint
Crash like

for a second
Got my crew by my side, We all feeling reckless
No more talking hot, I said let me go get this
Ain't no more, man
You ever been all up on,

blood
Killed by greed and stupidity
That thing drags me
I can see the inanimate corpses of my greedy crew
A powerful hand seizes me
I think I'm facing

the platter
I'm a master craftsman, faster darts man
Stood up I kept moving even when I was the last man
Music is art fam, reviewing our ideas
Still changing up

Ready

[Chorus]

Now this gon be the year that our lives change/
Main road to success fuck them side lanes/
Keep my word up front never sideways/

a little I'm in heaven
I got a good impression, but we'll have to wait a second cuz I gotta eat my melon
I'll got a huge obsession with my profession just

And the wife, the bills
The kids? You can put a check by all of em
And a second job but tell me
Who the fuck is hiring?
The insurance on my car is
Only two days

If I run away to LA
Do you think that you'll remember my name?
It's a shame 'cause I wonder every second, everyday
If I stay, will you call me yours?

End Up Like This

Jurassic 5

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2006

"What's up," "How you"
Now it's "Homie," "Who the heck" and "Why he lookin' at you?"
It really blows my mind how we changed our direction
As the years go

I need my Gianna Dior in all kinda' Dior
Dm kehlani on tour but she kindly ignored (yeah)
I'm Fearin' by the year's end won't be hearing
your voice

on the first time
Except that first night and the third night, well, they're worse lies
So imagine my surprise when I swing by
And find out in the two weeks in

black van
Like Air Ones and Canaries the size of Pacman
Who gives a fuck if it's our brawl
Cuz my dog got the windows from the 24-Hour slawg
I'm

ain't arctic
Tell me who colder
For years carried death on my shoulders
Let it go
Lighten the load
Now I carry life
Through my soul
No Pix R
My bro Cash

Going zombie on a bitch
I don’t need
All my mentions on repeat
Just a shorty in the heat
And crib right by the beach
This is who I'm supposed to be
I be

by the second
And my pockets pretty thin
We both know what might have happened
Not asking to do it again
But

Help me out
Hold it down
I cant seem

in a backwood just to celebrate our victim
Niggas worried about my trap but i just rode by where you living
I been playing with these racks but I'm

I put on for my people in the streets
Eyes seen things that you won’t believe
Eyes wide open but mouth don’t speak
People rode for this now it comes

cemented
I'm getting bigger now
You've made selections my reflections
You couldn't dead beat the boy
But killing me is a suggestion
As if I got to get you

I went down to the Poly
On a hot October evening
To join in with an open stage
Organised by friends
And friends of friends
We'd made

The young

My name is Consumer and I am a cancer 
I am one of 7 billion people here to answer for
The sucking wound of industry
Over 100 years of progress