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Twenty-five eight
Twenty-five eight
I been working all day
I'm just tryna get paid
Twenty-five eight
Twenty-five eight

Life as an artist
Gotta keep it honest

Banarocko
Ohhh no
They don't wanna know
If am falling or not
They just wanna stay
On the group till they see me fall
Ohhh no I will not
They don't

less
Yes
In my new jet
And she fuck with the whole squad
That's a group text
The bitch sick of you
So Im like her new vet
Take her on trip real quick in

Back in the day
Me and my brothers had to share a bunk (Hah!)
I still got beef with Ms. Beseman
She made all of us flunk (Hah!)
I keep on working

shit
You be asking who we fuck with
I keep my circle tight like a comp disc
All the groups and other cliques, they be dog shit
Neo-Tokyo, this our city

we gotta act normal and Find a group we belong in but what If i dont trust
Those ideologists
They got pages and pages of ways to Keep us contained
But

up your sweat and blood
Working force for the machine
Reproducing rhythmic death
Inner voices fade out

You're Oedipus, you're the lie
Neoliberal

Age of Treason

Donovan

Troubadour: The Definitive Collection 1964-1976

1992

feeling cool
Just to live an artists diggin' the ravin' scene
Reading Kerouac and Ginsberg well deuced

I was not academic, Art and English neat
The history

(Let me go on the group chat, real quick
Let me get the lyrics and that
Wait which one is it
Hold tight ST and that
Hold tight whole of
IMPRINT

garbage? Was
It the artist or the greedy, faggot-ass
Corporate-office oligarchist? It ain’t
Fucking hard to tell which
Group’s got benefit's
Extending

one! 
Get together with 
A group of friends
You’ll be so strong  
No need to pretend!

‘Coz
When we work together
Everything is better
Working hard is

to make all the sound
I just know that I been working and working and working 
I'm praying that I will not drown
I've been caught up
Guess you could say I

information, communicate, and conduct transactions online. The development of the internet can be traced back to the late 1960s and early 1970s, when a group

that's a lesson I learned
I was working hard yea I'm diving in deep
I guess that's the reason I ain't gettin' no sleep
Graduate from intermediate to extra

version
It's harder to think when you lonely and working
Fighting with the words I'm a pacifist
Tryna write lines that'll make a hit
Tryna find time can't

An artist had a vision so he painted the view
And he projected pure proficiency to paper to prove
It shows when I write going off takin flight
Van

sound
Out of love, I'm doing this for my Artist Child

Refreshing like McDonald's Sprite
The blessing of whatever possessed me to fuck my nine to nine,

Dj Roh Entertainments, this one's going to be fire.

This is me making moves, I'm just doing what I do,
Working hard nothing new, I don't got no

I just want my tombstone, say artist
I'm working on myself, probably all in
Don't give up on yourself, not a option
I'm searching for a real love,

a promise, ain’t no way we dying broke 
Just an artist I was working on my strokes, ten toes 
Kept it honest, had my back against the ropes 
Had it penned in

neglecting my feelings and inner sound,
Out of love, I'm doing this for my Artist Child.


Refreshing like McDonald's Sprite,
The blessing of whatever

It's a cold world
Where the artist has to sell himself
Besides working on his art
And he has to got make some hits
While trying to survive

Just want

there I go grabbing the belt
Pompeii artists left is their ashes, they stuck in a casket, they all by themselves
Tryna say I been stuck in a bracket, I’m

(Intro)
"Yo it's Deeko, I'm busy right now, imma hit you when I can"

(Chorus)
Baby I’m an artist
What you want know I can get it for you
Say what