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mind takes me
Learn from Ricky Bobby, good with the shake and baking
Lyric overflow, rowdy like a rodeo, karate chop you Tokyo, and paralyze you, polio

this song and baby it ain’t too Long
I want you to feel my lyrics, all night long
I want you to feel my lyrics, all night long
I want you to feel my

on money 
Drillin' and drilling, shit keep getting deeper 
My lyrics are fye and y'all lyrics are weak, ye 
Multiple people tell me I'm the shit 
I go by

the mixing
But you would never get to hear don't understand the lyrics
Forget it though I think it's time for me to slow it down
Put a nigga on it got me

When your fucking bars are lame
Me and you are not the same
My lyrics have content
Heart in my bars you're spitting non sense
Truth in my lyrics
While

me
But I'm feelin so free got no tags on me
And I'm lighting up the game with these lyrics yeah they be
Seasame Street what's the word on the beat

A chance for a positive mind
Here it goes again for another time
Takes a heartbreak to write tons of lyrics
Rather be happy then have to do this
Left

tell
(Shhh can't tell)
Who's real and who's fake?
You can't tell
Yeah she feels my lyrics just like it's braille
Ouh
Love makes you blind girl, I swear

words down
Heads not around
Browse some shit, yeah
Take a hit, yeah
Don't do shit, yeah
Hit or miss, yeah
Can't do this, yeah
Lyrics piss, yeah
Once again

lyrics like Alcohol or blunts 

I dont need the fame but I will change the Rapgame 
Best lyrics, Best flow 
Everybody will know the name; Kofi K 
Its

on the rise 
My dudes for life 
If i call they gone ride 
Dudes be having egos 
Man 
Put that pride aside 
My mind be 
Locked in lyrics 
Rhyme after rhyme 
Hope

Pyromancy – Lyrics By Na’Listen
Iii Oooo Iii Oooo 
Iii Oooo Iii Oooo
Uhh
Nallie 
Nallieeee  Aye Aye 
Na listen - Hah
Nallieeee  Aye Aye 
Na listen -

on and never ask why I'm burnt out like every star I wished upon
The glory days are gone
Seany Dice is the reason why I'm alive no one know the story written by

And I know you gonna be running home and you be crying inside
Yeah I value my time so if I give it to you gon' pay me back (ka-ching yeah)
My lyrics all

the means of a minds of a trainer
Seeing from the crowd only looking like a by standard
There for, I’m here, ready waiting for the cure
Lives looking like

on thee
And then I take I murder kill it place that on the CD
(DAMN!) 

Now I really took a minute looking down upon my lyrics thinking 
I ain't gotta

lyrics damn cold
Y'all rappers the same it's getting damn old

Yo walk is so different yo walk is unique 
I see by ya smile ik you a freak
Give me a chance

like you know the words
If you don't, here's the lyrics for you typical listeners 
No mythical literature, original minister 
Never been a preacher, but

Home alone
These lyrics on my walls
All alone
In the room without the door
So how will I
Let myself to move on
Oh no
But who am I
With no place for

it with the writtens
Yes the lyrics, and his music
I use it to influence 
K for kaizen, continuous improvement
K is the chosen now get with

With pains all through my solar plexus
I Facebook-stalk my ex's exes 
Google the lyrics in her status 
Then throw up at how pathetic that is 

I

We need that money come pronto
Painting these pictures like Banksy Picasso
Lyrics so potent might open your chakras 
Locate my shit like you dusting

Lemme start off by sayin you a fuck boy wanna be
Claimin I ain’t flexing I ain’t got a fuckin Rollie
That might be true but my glasses are Versace

when I'm down on the ground think Im undertaker by the way that I sit up
It only take seven seconds to get to you and make sure you get beat up
I just