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crew do, reinvent the game new rap, blues
Rap Lovecraft, by 25, single on YouTube with a hundred mil views
Pedal to the floor and we yelling out gun it

money like magic, how I get it out the blue
Remember I was Down, yea nigga I had the blues
2017, seen Ron made the news
You ain’t seen what I seen, can’t

just like a Rasta blowing on that reef
After i kill yo Pussy ass
You goin in the reef
Ain't nobody help me out i made a way for me
Doin sum good for

Good mornIng LIfe
You got me wakIng up before 5:39
To run across a brIdge and draw my lIne
Blue RIver gIvIng shIvers whIle I'm strollIng by
Over my

And everything I've done to this point has just been a tease
It's been a minute since I've been in this place

And now I'm on a marathon, it's called the paper

coasting/
Slandered believing old lies,
cnd damaged from my boasting/
Hoping to get some sleep,
But I was hammered with commotion/
Till' Your love called me

Root of dandelion drying for my tea
I’m gonna pluck myself some chickweed
And sprinkle it with flickweed
I’ll even add some seaweed 
if I’m living by

knock out emcces like banger then
I throw them in the air
Those wey blow in a blink
Of an eye they disappear
The ones wey be ebu been they try
To make

Yo J, turn me up, up
Aii that's cool

Its Tuesday, week in week out 
That's cool day
Kendrick Lamar on the boomplay
Gotta pimp a butterfly today

the visitors
When really we just tapping in algorithms from within us
Hidden from getting clutched by the wicked ones
I'm the only physician it's not forbidden

or feast till I make it front street 
You won't ever be criticized by a real king 
You will never be villainized by ya real friends 
When you at peace you

I dreamed I saw my father
Stand by the garden door
Where I’d seen him standing
So many times before

He said, “How are you feeling, son?
I hope

were broke
In, cover the floor, damn
He's always told never to tell
If anybody finds out, he'll be put in a cell
Hit with a belt, there will be nobody

if I'm dumb because
I got up out my comfort and stepped right off in this jungle
With these lions, tigers, bears, it rain and Thunder
Difficult

time to say my prayers
Cos Vbuqs said we gotta meet by 3 sharp
And Chris Kester just called about his art
Young Ben and Leo asking where their beats are

consumed
I didn't pick up the phone
Or come to visit with you
But now it's all in the past
Slipping out of my hands
Every second goes by
And then your voice

whether or not going painfully to weather out the storm of 
Growing pains painstakingly by any means necessary 

Meaning yes before being left meaningless

a corpse to exploit
Cause the media made millions off
Of protests for George Floyd
That's called ad revenue
They make cash selling you
All the crap

twenty-thousand dollars
 I called and said, “tell me how can this be?
I’m being overcharged exorbitantly—
Isn’t my insurance going to front me? 
I tell you I just

knees
And pray to Jesus
'Fore I steal yo girl
Like Weeknd did to Bieber with Selena 
And you make another song that's called "She Cheated"

By the time

time is short
Can't pick nothin' that I can't afford
I guess that's why it's called a dream (Yep)
More than that, I am redeemed
But sometimes I be

Just a Friend

Too Phat

Classics the Collection of Phat Tracks

2004

a coupla weeks later called her house at 10 
the mama said I thought you suppose to be with Jen 
I quickly rushed to the crib, she just got out of a van

it shouldn't be or wouldn't be
But damn I thought we lovers

Thought we took care of each other
But you was out doing me wrong
While I was doing you

on the cross
Aye, it's no off season
Guerilla saints called to duty, modern warfare
Hit the streets, let those in need know the Lord's there
Yoked up, keep in