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and you can see why
This album’s filled with random thoughts from an average guy
And that’s me, what i’d like to be known as publicly
Just a guy chilling by

The four-D's, all these is more reas'
To either get big, or leave and let live
We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else
We probably delf, 'cause we all way

call, dawn breaks the night sky
Eyes lined by warpaint for bright lights
Night-night, my eyelids are lead weights
Fried as the minds of live kids with

order to live I needed to know how I could hide the tantrums (whoa)
In order to get why I needed to go, I took a lot of slander (facts)
And took a lot

Dusty photo, album on the shelf Memories fading just like myself
Mom was gentle, hands were up in price Clouded by time as years go by
She used

programmers around the country and I got the attention of one radio programmer. Charlie Cook based in Morgantown, West Virginia, who loved my album and loved me

subscribe to any particular economic theory
Harooooooold where you wanna go?
Harooooooold will you bring your bowl?
Harold lives by my window, and sometimes

say that this could be dope
That's what I want to smoke but
I'd hope my haters on a scope or get a rope to get killed by anyone or kill
Themselves

Ladies and gentlemen, this next song is called “Live Song”
We come here to entertain you
But all you do is complain
You say to turn it down but we

Come on Down

De La Soul

The Grind Date

2004

to stay boy!

On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and murk to get murked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my

the stress takes another 0 and 1 lead
Ain't been the same since the ? let it bleed through me
So I joined the twenty-seven entertainer heaven
And live it up

so you're out on
The Yeezus tour right now which, first
Your album is awesome the live show sold
Out at Staples on Saturday night
You got another one

I sip an I smoke
Getting rich with my bros
Made it out of the hood yeah
Still live by the code
I sip an I smoke
Getting lit with my bros
An now we

I'ma tell you the truth though (Really?)

I like to read a lot books be uplifting me
Words help you see a lot
This book was a gift to me
Chuck D

It's a fake world we live in, feel like everyone pretending
Can you close your mouth for once, you always speak and never listen
Had to put my shoes

really do
Is really try to help yourself

Uh, fuck the money and fame
I'd rather just work for by myself
Ayy, fuck what these people think
Cause they never

It's a fake world we live in, feel like everyone pretending
Can you close your mouth for once? You Always speak and never listen
Had to put my shoes

down and I didn't make sound
Distracted by women, I gave them a pound (I gave them a pound)
She screaming good grief, did I fuck Charlie Brown (What?)

Since I was a little kid,
I tried to get out of my head
Trapped on a playground ,
I'd stare up at the sky
I didn't even know why

But daily life took

albums
Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.

kpeme ji!
Aye aye o
Aye aye o
Aye o kpeme ji!
I say na turn by turn
I say na turn by turn
Na so e dey rotate
I say na turn by turn
I say na turn by turn

Hello, my name is Rice4eveR
This entire album is brought to you in part
By my ability to hit the record button
And freestyle random ass shit
Off

evil but they heavenly sent
I had to live the life of darkness just to finally repent
It was lights out lights out
Album on the vinyl
Hide out night out

ain't leavin' las vegas
You gon' have to come deport me
Ha, rum-pum pa-pum, we at the bacardi table
A couple girls of live coke
We call em charlie's