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I've got no hands on the wheel
But I'm drivin' by feel
And I got you sewn up and surrounded too
Take you down the track in a burlap sack
fences no net to catch when we'd fall
Catch us when we'd fall we were the kings of our art we'd alter the landscape
Heroes sewn on our backs, in our hearts
as gravity
life is all funny till you peep that tragedy
we all color poetry
heavy as an oak tree
by the base of the Mississippi
by the base
pop up on your scene like toast
Playin' host to your regiment
Who rally to boast but now boast no more
They got floored by the sight of my ledger
got up and thought i wanted to be God
So I sewn a women's head onto the body of a dog
I learned how to do it on some random Reddit blog
But they only
by parents
At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed
Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly
Up in between the lies,
Pull up, panic, black out all the cameras
Pull up, panic, black out all the cameras
Pull up, panic, black out all the cameras
Pull up, panic
I been
time, to unwind, I put in that work, man
Leave your problems by the highway, let em go
Drop the top, crank up the whip, now hit the pedal to the floor
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
He was NY's talk
This is Radio Clash
Stealing all transmissions
Beaming from the mountaintop
Using aural ammunition
With extreme prejudice
On a terminator
I've contributed
I wanna live selfless
Instead of just floating by
Living every day like it's my last
I can catch up on my sleep when I die
Aren't
I just can't sleep so I get in my car and I drive
I'm on the 101 and I'm cruisin' by 105
Got the radio cranked and the rhythm is comin' alive
up at the Texaco, now
What you call that? You went in pain
How I get in it wit' you? I'm wit' all that
Shoulder strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11
Fall
So maybe it's a part of the nigga that I'm becoming
'Cause look even if nobody is with me I trust my substance
Like I'm post tuh
Up all night to get
the only one's home is the man in my thoughts
Seed that we sewn, all that I known is I been here before
Start from the stone, never been pure
War in my
you can do to me
Now tell your bff i gave you all that d-d-d
My rocket shoot no cp3
like mp5 she play me in her mp3
Down 1-0-1 just give me five i shine
down the the garden
Bathed in light like water, our eyes are opened all sin is pardoned
Waking up its all love, waking up its all love
The mighty truth
of the phrase paid dues
And if you wanna emcee, you better study the craft
Or you might get cut up and laughed at by some guys that kinda hate you
Now I ain't
I'm the man now, shit
I'm the man now
Tryna count up all your money, but you can't now
Cause you broke, oh well, you don't stand out
My niggas got
do we go from here?
Now that all of the children are grown up
And I will respond my time
Knowing nobody gives us a hand
Aye
(Aye)
If y'all niggas
All for His fame, The Lord is my Rock, now I got
Yeshua Hamashiach, can't do what the devil want
Do not say you walking by faith if you do what
they got crazy weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
Yo look out for Jakes, give it all it takes
Let's burn the place before we
I'm dancing on the White House lawn
Sipping tea by the Taj Mahal at dawn
Hanging round the gardens of Babylon
Minnie Mouse has got it all sewn up
sewn
In a soul goin' slowly insane
Shift all of your energy, tilt
Lift up the foundation you built
It's time to acknowledge that knowledge is faulty
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