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we fuck on
The dresser I hit
It so raw I did not take my measures
(Good Good) Good weed codeine mix
That together chase your dreams
Got loud got white

What must I do
I must say 

Yeah

When ya 
Fly
When ya
Fly

Making obvious tracks 
And obvious raps 
So down bad 
I bash my head on the dash 
I can’t be

We ain’t got the time to worry ‘bout what mix and match
We ain’t got the time to worry ‘bout what’s this an that
Too fly
Barely even getting by
All you

D.E.E.P.

OutKast

Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik/Stankonia

2005

boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like erb, word (hey man)
You heard it here first with your master plan in reverse
I ain't the one with

Feel the bass bump
Tell the crowd to jump jump
See the bodies thump going dumb
Dunk it I'm numb
I mix a 5 hour with a red bull
You'll need a shower

And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was

cre you ready for the mix track 
Ready get by
Mister C upon the mic
Y'about to get high
 I've been sparing on the blunts from the left to the right

master by his name

Just go away, or else we might put you in jail.

Sir

I beg you to let me in.

I came from a far distant place to see my dearest

the track (slaughter the track)
You niggas gotta relax, look
I do this shit in my sleep (man)
It's just normal, you can keep the receipts, nigga
What's

It's Funky Enough

The D.O.C.

No One Can Do It Better

1989

Drop the funk into the mix so the place will never fade
Ship it the the stations in your jurisdiction
Others say I'm dope, and the others say I

'm a track murderer cause I
Kill it like I do
Hunting mother fuckers then I
Cook them into stew
You don't want to be the one
I have to do it to
Because there

want is new track, new rap
I don't care about the trend
I just keep going

근데 fact 없인 아무것도 못 해
엄마의 가르침이니 당연히 모태
안 들어봤으면 듣고와 Do it right
이젠 눈도 안마주쳐
카멜레온의

take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this

my phone
That's on me yea
Sometimes I work too hard tryna master my craft
That's OD yea
Mind on the money I'll be rich let me check on my math
Mix my

Double cup, sipping this Act' though
I got some red and some Wock mix
I been leaning so bad off a light two
Bitch, I can bet you a car
I never sip no

a Reiki Master, have practiced the method countless times, and have read The Wim Hof Method. I created these tracks to help with my individual practice

I'll leave behind

First to do it no other artist to mimic
Bumping tracks in my car that be looking like a civic
It gon' travel over oceans Atlantic

Whatever may be
Does it justify the means
I'm conflicted by the ends
I gotta get the green
That's why I'm a college kid
Money on my mind
One master at a time

'm always working
But
I'd rather die
Than be a servant
I FEEL so alive
Self Mastery
Master the tracks
And you spin em
Transcendental
Abundant
My health
So

trapped 
6 no 9 it is all the same 
I am super mad no super 
Man in my life 
Just a single man 
Played by a woman who's 
A little bit over aged.. just

threat when I write I might
Leave the pages wet pour my soul
Showing you what underrated greatness is
Raise the kids do it big can't be dead beat daddying

"Baby, can ya throw it back?"
I said "Yeah, I got that Isley on a 8-track"

Yeah, on a 8-track
And I spin it real good, spin it real good
Flip it, mix it,

haze by the ounce
Y'all always know a mothafucka gotta do it big
I'm snortin' blow I grab the choppa then I split your wig
Don't work from home I'm bout

Bitch I'm in the mix
I ain't sanctified want that whole smoke
Mix up in this bitch
I am no savage I'm a whole pope
You know me which side nigga
I