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I need all the blues and I need all the greens

I’m ruling the shit like an ambassador or dean

I’m winning the races like last name Mcqueen

I’m

A hustle
I stay on my street shit by simply teaching principals that kept me on the dean's list

Sometimes they say I'm too fly for one guy, check

cnd I ain't buying them lies
That ur prison tries to sell

Sweet tea and nicotine
Fucking up my teeth!

Bankrolled my homies dream
1 by land 2 by sea

drug money you know by any means
Ima make this gun tumpin like mine dean

R - is the reverse I be hitting when shit hits south
How ima leave with out

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was gon' hit Atlanta, that's by any means, at my team
God the Father, Son, and Spirit, ain't no

drip in my fit
And they fuck with my Leans
I'ma Brilliant Loser call me Deku the Dean
Hot-tempered haters gone brag:
"More hits, more plaques, more racks

way
Every promise that I ever made (ever made ever made)
Came into fruition
I promise that by 25 I'll pay off my tuition
I promise that I'll always

the couples cuttin' loose
Swingin' round deuce by deuce
Sharp dressed players by the bar
Buyin' drinks and droppin' yards

Busy busy busy busy
Working bars

17 Berlin

My Favorite

Love at Absolute Zero

1999

bombs. 
And the world's not ours tonight in a Berlin flat lit by neon lights. 
My boyfriend's in the stairwell, he looks just like James Dean

My heart beats, doki doki
You can't play with that shit
You ain't heard all my lyrics
Think in darkest abyss
You can't play with my heart, this love

Wanted by the minister
Wanted by the dean
Wanted by the old folks
Wanted by the teens
Wanted by the dealers
Wanted by the fiends
Wanted by the girls

the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright

'When the Wind
Blows' - which is cartoon
Book by Raymond Briggs
Which is an anti-nuclear thing for instance
The lyrics 'When the weather starts to burn

The baddest Bobbysoxer that you ever seen
Reppin' my team
We real all the time, so my squad keen, bing
Dave, it's me Sinatra and my boy Dean
The way we

107°

Citizen Cope

Every Waking Moment

2006

Wanted by the minister
Wanted by the dean
Wanted by the old folks
Wanted by the teens
Wanted by the dealers
Wanted by the fiends
Wanted by

about the real because that's what I feel
Yeah Nigga, That's Me, UH
Writing fucking lyrics, started up on the CD but first hold up 'cause I'm dropping

Underground

KRS-One

Kristyles

2003

underground
When the critics don't get, that for the streets you spit it
When your lyric they fear, that's underground

What does it mean to be underground?

This is no mans land
Bitch better duck and hide
Got the lyrics automatic and will shoot where you reside
This is no mans land
It's a warzone on this

are orphans of memories
Like all the garden refugees have always been and always will be and
My mama was a dean’s secretary
And she put my old man

I could've been another young tragedy
Never slapped five with the bros so fraternity
Never spent a night with a ho so sorority
Surrounded by the 1%

all to my shows

I'm the king of all queens 
Love me like I'm James dean
Bitches like what they see
And they love it they love it

I'm the king of all

of Paradise lost
Good boys and good girls get held in detention
We’re not gonna save this world by playing it safe
If you favour the waist, grab a hold

rays 
Day five of the week got sun rays
So how do I spend my Thursdays 

Got a 10am lecture buh I'm always late for my breakfast
Got to school by noon

missing
I strengthen my intuition 
By Contemplating decisions 
In the cut like incision
Wit my niggas We be chillin
Riding wit no ceiling in a 92 Cabrio
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