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of Smith & Wessons
Put it to my head, full it full of lead when I'm in the bed
But everybody know I'm a full fledged animal
I don't really care I get

album
You know, just battling and shit
Used to play ball
Shout out to all the niggas
I killed in Morningside
Mook, you know about that shot in
The middle

album, Ima kill at will
I travel deep in my own mind & faced myself
I'm the only competition, embrace myself
I corrected my mistakes, yeah I shadow myself

out by the water
Imma go in on the beat like butter
This the summer in paradise
Count my rhymes one to six like pair of dice
I've been rollin in vices

to sell O's by the zip bag
And we smoke Fronto, not no Zig Zags
My goons in the fields, not the internet
I hate when niggas use the internet to send

and nauseous but thought'll die and in an instant
By and by
Setting fire to my image
Like fuck it, drinking life to the lees
Seasons change
I'm not wastin time

the grass
Rats and  scalywags in the bushes
They still ain't on the album, no matter what button saques pushes
Y'all niggas on some bullshit
I'm on point like

in a different echelon
No quit I kept on
So now the lower levels get stepped on
My last album barely a year old
When the road got rocky I still rolled

on a mill
Made my bread
Full steam ahead
The Smith is blessing my will
Was naive at first
At worst?
Tempted to kill
Justified
If you die by the Timberlake

Silent Night Bodom Night by Children of Bodom
Only What the Light Allows vocals by Steve Smith

On the eve of their death
They are baptized
In

Yeeeah
Freestyle Scientist in this motherfucker
Go ahead and cook up a
New formula on them boys

That's how I feel, that's what it was
Fire red

Yo, I be getting lit listening to Sun Ra
Early George Benson on down the Hampton Hall
Steve Cole, George Cables all up in the Rhodes
See the Walt

sitting on the unicorn
Never bring your monkey business to this kingdom
Monkeys play by size, all my gorillas in the back ain't nobody fucking with this

and narrow
Shit, I’m running with the renegade
Don’t be fooled by the tools
Niggas move by the rules
Like they do it in the schools
They just do it to be cool

And you know I ain't talking tusk
Bewildered by the foes in my eyes
There shoes will never fit to my size
I'm too big to fit there is no dice
Want bars like

The Feeling ( Ft. Jag , J.Stone )
Written by Adrian A Smith II , JAG & J.Stone
Mixed & Masted by MixedByCrook 

THIS THE FEELING I GET WHEN I STACK

things are rough but that's no excuse for giving up
And hang it back here every night in a familiar habitat
A sickle and hammer hat i'm all up in your

this whole album in my bedroom closet
And I'm coming with the thump that can thump yo noggin
I was raised off that cotton and I got to know, got to know

spitten Straßenkids Playershit
Ich werd' in der Szene kopiert
Matrix, Agent Smith (Apocalyptic)
Wieso bestehen denn ihre Alben aus Clubhits?
Ich seh'

the start
I ain't soft, but I'm smart, ain't tryna get caught by the law
I'm like Eminem, Nas, and Pac all in one
So draw ya gun, I'm talking to you rappers

Stephen A Smith the competition
Take a shit on yo statistics, like to think I does better
Cept I'm in the field, giving lyrical shpeals
Convincing folks

I dropped her harder than my album next spring
This single fallin' in the summer with a flow colder than a winter freeze
I'm on every track providing

Stratton
Who recorded a few of my songs while I was at school
And of course, everybody who was in any way a part of the making of this album
Including

You like all the stupid things I do
The Smiths and Radiohead and even
Watch the same channels on YouTube

You're disenchanted by modern society
Just