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a soldier
Got 'em hopping over walls and climbing fences
Some of 'em John Travolta, stayin' alive by inches
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
Cops are

Dark Skies, City lights 
On this bus ride

Global dreams, of the kid
I'm Going worldwide
Europe baddies Sending videos to me
My Music been catching

The Maguire Song

Murs

F' Real

1997

Yeah I see you know what i'm sayin I ain't tryin to go out like that
nigga I'm trying to get signed
have a video and shit you know what I'm sayin
so I

prom— I promise!
This is a token of my affection
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
I'm here to make right what is destined
I love

Children kidnapped by cell phone screens
Snapchatting about DM's with porno queens
To Chippendale rap so I've got a Buck 'em with my sixteens
Thou shall not

the clout from my video, yes
You can see me and pull up and I flex
I got the flower of life around my neck
I got the crystal in the palm of my hand
I got

really perfect though we see the blemishes
Got me in the lab working, feeling like a chemist, bitch
Look, you know this music my fetish
I got the vision

and constantly misunderstood
He saw I had some talent but no way to sell it
So I went to fucking bed and in my dreams, he sent a message
A dark room, barely lit by

her legs over head by nightfall
Girl I'm way too lit, I'm way too live
They like my lingo, they like my ride
Big boy rim on skinny ass tires
Shawty I'll

out, you bitch, I'm over first

Haters in my DMs, come and get a ass full of wood
I smash that block, but my body got the cut first
E-Box in my head

kid shit, let me do some shows and ima get lit
Im tryna get rich. Ima get the cheese wit the cheerios, gotta lotta music, lotta videos
Lotta people

Nag Champa (Afrodisiac for the World)

Common

Like Water for Chocolate

2000

, the music

Women cry, children laugh, men dance
I refuse to lose self and try to win fans
Over, weight on my shoulder fluctuates like Oprah's
My refrigerator

of radio stations
You played yourself, congratulations
Had a goal in my head and at twenty-nine, I hit it
Multi-million-dollar deals, Logic, yeah, we get

and let him fucking deal with you
Cause I can't be bothered to wreck my motherfucking nerves
Over some pussies
That nobody's ever heard
Let's head over

or underlying
Never lying under or over trying
Not trying to get over by over hyping
Just get in for the ride yo the chauffeur's driving 
My name is Key come from

myself by my own hand only
Try to be this and you ain’t never
Probably do the video games and slaying
Them thangs and probably got
All mechanics in every

in-stores, photo shoots, interviews

(You guys come over here!)

Check the head with the fucking reps, man

And now it's like, it's not about you and me

the trap and go cuckoo in it
Aim for the head
When you see him put two in it
"Girl you wanna come to my 'Hotel'?"
Until I send one of my bitches over
To go

smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in

Stet Troop '88!

Stetsasonic

In Full Gear

1988

stracks
Love to watch The Box, music video tracks
Always stayed in school, my mother raised no fool
And if I broke any rules, then my pops got rude
Call

(Need'a catch that shit there)
I'm by myself nih' and all that shit so...
Told my self beware that I'm self aware
Solo mover every movement intense
Die

a switch, my finger itchy when she come over
Yes, your girl's a witch, she get inches when she home alone
My head hurt so much, Doc, where's the Paracetamol

in position we livin' to make it better
No matter what it's do or die hold my head up
Legacy solidified to live forever  
Steppin' in the place lit