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First base
You've never been more beautiful than you are right now
Standing in front of me
And I think I see your eyes on my lips
And I weigh

to make a father
Ornithology, storyteller, it made sense he'd be an author
His youtube name never had pumped up kicks before an album
When his undergarments

shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got

for me, I
Get a
High writing about you
When I’m all alone
I know he won’t want you hearing my album
But you gon’ do it on your own
So hey I guess
My

Paranoia about my image
But is it how I'm seen by other people or just myself
I guess that's the question
Question of character
And what's mine
Is it just

looking back just to regret it
In my room, writing lyrics, by myself, till their perfect
Had a daydream by my life- *sigh*, here let me explain it
There's

Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism 
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts 
It’s too hot up in the kitchen 
Had

in the club

When gon' you come
Bitch, you look me in my eyes and die medusa
Why you acting like you really gon' do some
See hundred bitches like you

Forever

Mastamind

Themindzi

2000

ain't no Mastamind
Boy, ridin the streets blind, you lookin at I
I got the look in my eye that I could die
Never fear, fuck dyin I done been there
Like

Themindzi

Mastamind

Themindzi

2000

Mastamind
Boy, ridin the streets blind, you lookin at I
I got the look in my eye that I could die
Never fear, fuck dyin I done been there
Like a spirit in

subs were sub 8k
Lost in Vegas too
You stay bitter like the hops in this brew
The bud is loud and funky just like Hopsin and crew

Mary got my eyes

The mad clown gonna pop up the charts
Like a jack in the box (Ahh)
I'm losing my luck (y charms)
I might give a fuck
Three leaf clover in a dumpster truck

Yeah hmm
Could you tell me that you're proud of me sometime
It just feels nice to hear it
Barely getting by
I been barely spending time
With myself I

things that exist that are not
At the level of my coffee cup
There are things which exist
At different levels of being

Obviously, Santa Claus exists

That still ain't stop my drive
Spot 12 every time on my 10 and 2
How I know them white folk ain't color blind
Scales off my eyes
Pipeline to the pythons

You need self-disciple to internally go, in
Eyes closed, third eye open, creating cyclones
I'm flying past planets as I'm returning back to my home
Cos'

more karma hitchhiked from our last life to the backside of our mastermind
Too bad we blind, our Third Eye too calcified by fluoride to remember shit

Blacker than cfrican skin a do. Black is not a race its written too. Black is not the crayon kids would use. Black as my own dreams remember few. Blacker

could not yet be put into words 
Skip forward a year, 1995 
A new album by Green Day comes into my life 
I'm told "this is punk" and I dye my hair green

Michael
Got a hunger to wipe out the rival like I am a rhino
ride to my home inside I'm alive in my bible
eyeballs are obsessed with the truth; took off

you can see it in my eyes
Told that bitch, she gotta go if she ain't finna let me strike
Look at his face, when we catch him, bet I caught you by

ain't looking for a tutor, shit I don't need a guide
My rap career can die by suicide, that's mine to decide
Part one of the two, this bitch is divided
My

Got it all fucked never came from the mud
This real rap music yeah I use it as my drug
I'm not influenced by the money making bucks
It's been a long

bitch masterbating
Her eyes is fascinated
Looked at my eyes with infatuation
I'm not a role model
The way I hold bottles,
Puffing gelato,
With six stick