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full of change
Yeah
Yeah
Not many men but I’m more than 50 deep
Can’t rhyme wit orange but i can with Tennessee
I'm writing lyrics like I’m writing

don’t matter the location
They’re driven by the money, always worried ‘bout what’s next
Counting all their fuckin’ dollars when they receivin’ the check

get is more than just another rhyme
This love is channeled, this is no mimicking mime
The lyric's divine, in the formula, the digit's a sign
Unlike

these lyrics aren't really heavy
Coming for a killing, don't you dare direspect me
I'm always writing checks, never really was a lefty 
Chillin with

Lyrics that I've written cause I know they feel the damn same
You ain't vibing well that's a damn shame
You can either get on the bus or get hit by

on your merch 
Using my lyrics are you tryna be me 
While hearing your songs all I hear are my words 
Skip onto the next 
You talk about sex
You talk about

give my all but get nothing back
Heart split open by your acts, can't repair it to the max
Heart gets smaller every second maybe I should read some Acts

Lyrics my fangs
Deeper than knives into your veins
Slaying your wife I did it in vain
My dick like a dagger ran through like a train
We were on the train

on the stage let the lyrics repel

Hearing, make your money but don't let it make you
Make your money don't forget to pay your dues
Same dudes you owe money too,

My music's never been important or demanding
My lyrics so simple they'll never be called outstanding
Offensive lyrics as branding as my expectations

untouchable, you can say I'm unstoppable
And I'm sick of rap dummies writing lyrics illogical
Ain't impossible sounding comical
That's irresponsible not

as i'm in it
But they don't know What it is to aim for the crown
The chills by the screams of the crowd 
Fuck the crutches cuz i run for The digits
That's

all in Gucci Louis
And I guess my shoes be nike
I go harder than an old man
With erectile dysfunction
But who needs lyrics in a world
Where shits

heart needs stitchin’ up
Cause my hearts rippin’ up
And I need lithenol
I’m out here trippin’ dawg
Y’all know my lyrics raw
They come straight from

kinda buzzy, knowing your part of something the mauri of this country
And yeah, I started with nothing but, had plenty of spirit
Lyrics is out of limits

clean me up
I'm still a punk, I won't shut up
Propagandhi and The Clash
Drunken Ramblings, Anti-Flag
Forever lyrics in my head
Without punk I'd rather be

I got it going on 
Just like I had ya girl with her flip flops on bent over on the futon 
This ones for the ones who judge my life by my wrongs (haha)

Got lyrics in my head 
Can back it up with flow
Alliteration's how I said it
Embedded by more dope 
My thoughts have meaning
But lack cause 
Need

miserable mothefuckers kill your vibe
And those are the exact thoughts that summed up my mind
So I wrote it down lyric by lyric one at a time
And I found

Lately there's nothing that's cool
I just like reciting lyrics that could knock a tooth loose 
mighty healthy 
bout to eat the beats like they was couscous

mind our space
Our rhyme deface 
Prehistoric predate the human race
B.C. emcee PhD in hip hop philosophy
History to be studied by anthropology
No

mind our space
Our rhyme deface 
Prehistoric predate the human race
B.C. emcee PhD in hip hop philosophy
History to be studied by anthropology
No

feels like 
Ima a bat up in dark knight
But fuck it this is counters 
Till it's over I can still fight 
But I still write these lyrics 
While taking real

to choose

Look at me, writin' all these lyrics by myself
I just wanted to say, "Dont turn on me or else"
I'm just tryna prove a point, I'm not tryna sit