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vision was clouded
They used to doubt, son
They only care about income I'm
Worried about the outcome
My flow will make Jay
Electronica drop the album
Shit,

of dead homies that I promised would make it out this shit (sorry)
And I don't think God's hands is on me nigga, I'm gonna make it out this shit
No weapon

So over you is the greatest enemy a
Man can have and that is
Fear i know some of you are
Afraid to listen to the truth
You have been raised on fear

The Ringer

Eminem

Kamikaze

2018

Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do
Or get dissed 'cause 
I just don't get what the fuck half the shit is that you're listening to
Do you have any idea

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

today,
By agents of Her Majesty's Government, with a plastic bullet.
They say that plastic bullets were designed not to kill,
They do.
I say that human

This is my voyage
Boy it's incredible exceptional
How I make illegible sketches to decibels
Something they can never do all my records do
The Matisse

bills?
Good!
Is your landlord ready to evict you?
Good!
Does your girlfriend think you're a fucking worthless loser?
Good!
I want you to deal with your

other than acting is the hardest industry
To be the best and stand out with a clear USP
For me I try to do this by keeping my writing versatile
That's why

wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna

That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island

And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By

facts
But you know we don't want fags
I don't even know what I'm gonna say next
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I need to clear my mind,

brother peace to my enemies
Fuck all them punk bitches that wanna limit me
I know they all scared because none of them near me

My value is verified by

All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money

Self Suicide

Goldie Lookin Chain

Straight Outta Newport

2005

gonna be sick in my sleep, eugh, augh ugh!

I tries to do it proper but kept comin' up a cropper
I needs some hype I think I'll ram raid happy shopper

big black dick in your Skims

I don't think they know who they fuckin' with
Pull that truck around, niggas is duckin' clips
Hi, I'm the Black Slim

More need I say no more
Life is just a chore
Bored
Out my mind blood leaking from my thighs
Signs of future actions ignored by the like
Eighty percent I

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

watching Buffy
End of day I take my stake to school
You think I'm weird but fake you skating too
The rumors says I'm chilling with your girl
Don't make me

of the "Oh, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in

nigga, I break fast
And scramble and breakfast
All I'm missin’ is the cheese and
The salmon and baked mash
These niggas say they singin’ and rappin’
It's

Basket Case

Rittz

Next to Nothing

2014

album on the shelf sitting
And I think I might need, help getting out of bed
Cause I'm here and I keep, spinning out of thread
I'm my own worst critic,

just pull up
I just pull up
Up
Yeah that boy he my enemy
He no friend to me
What you oughta be
Time is ticking on you bitches
In the presence

and right? Make sure you ask your friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily,

chidori
I
love my business
My
Life like Christmas
I
Shoot by songs
So
Throw out pistols
My main enemy is in my head
Your Rolex is shit, cause you already