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We stormed through the worst of it getting back to love was so pertinente but the anger Became so permanent you broadcast like a journalist you told
gaslighting
Your burning days are gone
So can the Klan Wicker Man
Helicopter wining
Tight and withered hand
Journalists thrown crumbs in riddles no one can
so much i feel just like a journalist
She want the money
She want the fame
She want the lifestyle
So she fucking with me
Cuz she know that im next
of isolation
Could some journalists write the virus away?
This is a song of compassion
Named like a scourge that changed everything
This is a song of compassion
I had to unleash
My talent ain't got no price
You journalists I ain't gon bribe
Look, I might just pull up at the radio station and brrrrr so be
laundering
Tariff after tariff-now, their economy is squandering
We hack elections too; it's not a secret
We get rid of journalists when they are not needed
a pen and pile of paper and ill wright you a list
Of all the lies you feed the people through your slave journalists
Occupation aint a conflict no
Icy diamonds
She like money
Competition surely funny
Lil journalists Stay optimistic
This no beiber fever
From the gomez to the baldwins its
catching me
Might bang a journalist so she notice me
We were losing I was laughing at the bench
Put me out hit them spurs like i was the french
Got her
on the cover of Complex and XXL
If you think my egos crazy now
Call me a journalist cuz I got some news for ya
But don’t ever doubt what I’d do for ya
Still
he is journalist
So many rappers nowadays but there’s levels to this game
They overcrowd the lanes, search for fame but sound the same
If you’re in it
There's way too many disturbances
Too many deaths too many news story journalists there's way too many niggas tryna bury us for permanent, Parents
be talking they shit
You saying all this and that
At least get paid for it
Go be a journalist, a writer
A bitch at TMZ
At least those hoes know
Knock them out Dash
Knock them out the box Dash
Knock them out Dash
You ain't never heard if this
Young rap journalist
Popping like a kernel bitch
vision to break our Chains
Europe our ground and our Sense
Journalists pretend to inform
From Köln to Telford, here is how
The truth has yet to be
The official story on technology is just one perspective now do you see.
And
If You think that journalists in Kentucky
Mistakingly think they are in Syria.
My
and
Tor dark net browsers
And Edward Snowden
He's got the low down
Blues
Face recognition
Camps of re-education
Fake stories angled
Journalists strangled
takin clout
I could've been a famous journalist, but took a different route
A diamond in the rough, under pressure out of luck
They say I'm always talkin
I can write all about you like a journalist
Tell me how ya feel when you notice this
Just know when I love that is permanent
And yea i let you win
like she's riding a Benz, she can't mercy this
She's never letting her man go
Cuz I make her go bananas
She wanna fuck with a badass journalist, she told
Im an American Man
Just put nails through my hands
And crucify me today
Just like my maker never ran
The thing that runs is my head
Journalists say
journalists and opponents speak up like hurricanes
Every day the little man invades
Twitter with his dirty fingernail
Inside the white house a lot of slaves
the money
Follow the money
Like bees towards a jar of honey
I’m not a journalist
But I can backtrack facts
If you just reprint a piece
Then you should be
the tournaments
On the tree like ornaments
Bout my paper like journalists
Eye ain't close to done cause eye ain't done enough
In the mirror going bar for bar with
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