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covers my atoms 

Fitted like my fashion 
Be Wise on the clothing
You know we cash in
You can only fathom what's next for the branding we savage!

It is

(Wake up in the morning, get my mind straight)
(Play the lil' Kid Pix)
(Probably nothing)
(I don't know, nothing else to do around here)
(Fuck it,

the Shax nigg I don't have a p, do you wanna see
And my rapping has to be seen by the people in
Nigeria, Jamaica, America, and China
Shax Nigga, my feeling

I'm intertwined with the infinity, divinity within
Without I rip the mic no matter the vicinity it's in
Kingpin I'm disciplined to win I been

OG pulled up on the scene in a wig
When you running from the Feds, you can't be seen by the pigs
Y'all don't know all the things I seen and I did

Leaving Beirut

Roger Waters

To Kill the Child/Leaving Beirut

2005

by a single lightbulb
Swung through a you-turn and stopped in a cloud of dust
I opened the door and got out
But my benefactor made no move to follow

a laughter
Now we snapping back crack a joke and it get you snatched up
Got my people locked in cages man thats racist
Not even all grown ups lot of them still

Yea... 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Sheesh)
Where do I begin?
I fell out with the Homies
Cuz the life that they be in
Strangers turn to family
Family once was

(What?)
Is this still America or what it represents?
(Is it?) and that's why I'm out here
Flexin' while I'm slayin' demons (I slay)
We livin' in the end

Averagers
Bible granting me power
Bringing enemies fear
I won't get capped in America wielding this Mjolnir
Bible's the bigger hammer
I'll never be Low Key
I

hold in the 1950’s when we were already entranced by baseball, bikinis and the boob tube. We invented manned flight, atom bombs, and duct tape before we

marching in the street throwing up a 'V'
Uh, vendetta, trend-setter, always
Spelling 'America' with three 'K' letters
My international homies came here for

holding
Onto you

Nothing changes and nothing stays the same
The only things that last are the native names.
Fed and watered America, land of hope and fear.

passion and become a sensation,
3-i can't say it with words, only in rhymes, 
4-no matter what occurs in these dark times,
5-i wanna live in america

Yo
My lyrics flow like tidal waves
Bitches gonna die today
Pull the pin on 5 grenades
Eat them all that's what I call
A migraine in my brain

against the algorithm
I X'em out… You know I'm on that Malcolm rhythm
By any means, I'm livin' a dream
America's worst nightmare that Martin Luther K'em

always getting by
But now I'm living past my means
What dat mean?
Better den I was
I think it's Safe to safe
Had ta stand up on my own two
Only I could

what year it is
It's 2015, man
It's 2015

They got it so tapped out
Shit, man
The only ones even semi-tapped in
The little kids

And the overexposure

imagine/ growin/ up in the hood a low income area or you live somewhere nice/ but can barely get by/ now this is where you’d say I would better myself/ not

Times goes by
Giving but denied
Cause living in this ghetto is a crime
And you know that got me
It got me crazy how this evil gives us trouble
It got

shit like a nigga parole it
Now he in the foreign hittin' them corners
Right on Ocean why he so boisterous
America made me this ain't even my culture

Earth has the natural ability to heal itself over time
But only if we underestimate the intricacies of our ecosystem
The environment has been damaged

back with a purpose
Tracks you make by swag are just worthless
The rappers and preachers sitting in the traps like their churches
You only worship one

from the hood I be
Headed for America like Prince Hakeem
Never chasing women I just chase my dreams
Everyday I'm grinding for the dollar bills
Cos it's