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to pack up his tools
Guitar Man grabs his Gibson
And puts on his cool jazz shoes
 
He's the traffic light guy by day
And Guitar Man by night
In the light,

you gigolo
Another hustle has been run
But now you oughta know
That this fool can no longer be swayed
By the tools of your trade
You gigolo

I'm just

phantom of the opera
Tool by the dresser
Who got the stretcher you doing extra
Read all about it all my niggas wilding
Ever since i started getting money i

play, so how can I lose I can't 

Raised by homies ain't have no guidance
Raised by homies erryone of em wildn
Stacking up money might go to a island
You

ideologies
So similar to the real world
Yet opposite

So powerful a tool
Wielded by so many
Virtual freedom has brought
Physical servitude
Those who warned us

to lose 
I got some shit to prove 
Watch my back while im on road
Know they know i keep a tool
Dont end up like yo bro
I know they know we made the news

strange
Run to the pay, we're
Controlled by id, fool
Just industry tools
That's why they get you
Don't have to think, fool
Followers

Do what they must do

are tools
Or maybe I'm just scared
Of the 5-0 I don't exactly 
Play by their rules
 
Pick me up from off the ground
I'm up, I'm down, need tranquilizers

me in the concrete beach
By the wrecking ball battery
A bigger tool to bomb you.
Enter me through the city's last vein
Clog an artery with rats

up you and hitting ya mans
If you niggas try to come for my bands
You ain't got no tool so you better scram
If I don't know don't wanna dap up ya hand

a dread 
I am the sharpest tool in the shed 
I read everyday just to get ahead 
No longer hanging on by a thread
Stopped being conformable, stepped out my

lil momma I got by the rules
Don't be a fool
These b****** for me and you
Imma plumber lil momma
I got this tool for you

Emotions she want romance
I

heard

Neither hammer nor ax nor iron tool
Was heard in the house while being built
He’ll lay us all down one by one
And without a sound we shall be built

Beating the odds
Niggaa fake and they frauds
These niggas be cappin by will
Ima lieutenant
Me and my glock independent
Nigga I stayed in the field

need to heed the call

Look all around you've been played for a fool
Soon your days will be sorrow and tears
Wake up you tools you've been used by

kicking it off
Dripping it sauce 
Ima hitta and boss
N I'm fly ride by 
Ima kill it can't die
Float like Q
You gon see me higher heights 
As I move up
Every

of a being
Our phones are tool
And the internet is mass connection
So why do we use this resource
With such little of a fraction
We play games and send little

her land down south
I dream to tell her of my days but I can not talk by mouth
My pencil is my only tool to manifest my love
So I write this letter
But

"The Master's house can't be dismantled
By using the Master's tools"
 
That's an anarchic fallacy
And will never set us free

If I get to say what

Then she turns up, doesn't let me go
Telling me slowly and quitly these words:
Ey yo amigo, baila conmigo
And step by step i will really know

What

don’t abide by the rule
In my bag I carry a tool
My wrist is wetter than a pool
I be smoking gas smoking fuel
I be that dripping no drowning
Ice cold

didn't raise no fool
So I learned how to play by the rules
Err'body gotta pay them dues
Err'body gotta pay them dues
Mame didn't raise no tool
Never be

Pulled up inna coupe 
Wit my tool by my side
I be in the  dark 
But got millions on my mind
I be dubbing bitches 
that would never let u pipe
I be in

Only with you, I won't be treated like a tool
Only with you, I will put up a fight
Only with you, things will turn out right
In the sea of life you'll be