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I'm out the box - I'm the pot - turn the kettle blue
Chilling at the top of black pyramid; acid
With pad and pen - more tracks than heroin addicts
I'm

to try lean
And think a squirt of visine will save them when their eyes bleed
Shit flows, fake rap
You really want to play that 8 track album from a rapist

realities
Of rice and beans and cornbread
With no end
Fed to me by the best
Woman on this Earth and you know that I'll test (and I'll test)
Anyone comes in my

the dynamite

Foundation caving
No walls to escape behind
Dust of the collapse is blinding
Retrial mustn't change
The verdict
Still allergic to my worth
Just

Beautiful Noise

Neil Diamond

Beautiful Noise

1976

Like the clickety-clack
Of a train on a track
It's got rhythm to spare

It's a beautiful noise
And it's the sound that I love
And it fits me

to battling
Haven't you heard, you got beef from a so cattle then
Hit the sunset saddling, rap Bronco
Riding over tracks, Lone Ranger and Tanto
Compose

despite all the things that you've heard
I'll admit that most is true and I'll be keeping my word
By doing double-duty on a search for new verbs
And I

as the hawks await
In place, all aligned in a similar fashion
While the chemicals break and rewind my actions
Ex-tract it, words from the mouths of treason

seized
By a chemical imbalance
Achoo! ah shit I sneezed
I lost my mind
Now isn't that a tease?
Hey don't trigger me would You please?
Just kidding Right?

need to hear
You go out on these niggas necks man

Yo really wanna know my overview well fuck you
I'm unapproachable
Determined by the state of this rap

Man of the Hour

Virtuoso

Word War II: Evolution of the Torturer

2004

operating rooms being fed by intravenus
seen as off the radar, my dark laser
will drop eight stars, and chop holes through quasars
a powerhouse, brute force

one a kind
Surrounded by support, all the else gets deport
No need to hand around, I'm a pimp, you're a whore
Only more in my missions, no I'm never

In the city of Gold
Every night I pray for my foes
Am still on my toes
Judging me by the colour of my clothes
Am Idi Amin
Coz am dada I say wah I

Fuck 88!
They, they want inside my head (They, slash, slash)
Fill my thoughts with shit they said (They said!)
'Hopin' I will be depressed (Slash,

Still get butterflies, as a matter of fact
I pray to the Lord that He keep me on track
With you by my side my team is so stacked
Whatever they try we're

hustle grindin' for a coupe so don't mess with it born in the world to finesse I was blessed with it when im on the track bout to rap I put my best in it

eighteen

Yo, uhh, yo
Raised by QD3, we seen the years of menace
They can't evict a landlord
I proceed over the tenant
I mostly co-sign, get my pen out in

shit we don't Romance I been on my grind like a slow dance
Prison get with the program
Smoke a wood with the dope man
Pinky nail for the coke cain
When I

but I ain't hard to find
Profit over everything that's all the time
I got chemicals eating at my brain like a cannibal
Stuck behind them fences had me

change slippin’ in CoCo
Got slapped by the realest walk mirror talk critical
Tuned my bullshit meter errors minimal
No more coded talk actions speak loud

me go as I levitate
This a fucking renegade
Baptized by a Rev
Dunk me underwater
Cleansed my soul from dark thrills
Guided by the light
Eyes closed

fucking age
You're not here to romance
Just take a stance on weight
Coz you're packing it on mate
I ain't so cheap and cheerful
My eyes lost track along

Explain Myself

Hopsin

The Growing Process

2015

that's identical
Me stayin' away from all the nicotine and chemicals
Look, I hit my west coast 1-2, cause lyrics do what guns do
Niggas doing what they

games so I quit
Even your grand-mama think I’m the bees knees
Ripping the beat piece by piece like string cheese
Yeah I’m spraying like a big sneeze
My