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I'm the sun then bitch you are just
orbital
that one is literal
not metaphorical 
all of the lyrics I write
allegorical
not on my level lil bitch
you

Yeah yeah
K'Nell this too fire, Shyheim ain’t no liar
I admire, this beat way too much i had to spit sum fire
I inspire, niggas wit my lyrics, I am

From a man form into a sandstorm
With these lyrics I'm directin' my own movie
I'm my own boss women call me more than cutie
Music isn't just music it's

with 40's in the palm of our hand
Laughing and rapping in the studio, feel like I'm on 10
Up till the sun starts rising, mixing and mastering
Strapped up

people that we speak and we rhyme with
Define every crime
Through the weapons we fight with
You like this?
We mean every lyrics we wrote
We open up your

girl fire too
And she like 5'2"
She gon follow up she gon give your mans 5 too
Hit ya whole clique with the 4-5
When the suns out we get green so its go

actions

Writing through the night
And imma hit the booth
At Sun up

Geauxie on they come up
Blow the cannon
Turn the drum up

Barrels burnin
Man the pen

and fought again
I'm more than man
I'm nourishment
You feel me nigga
Feeling like we more than figures
Poisonous chemicals sprayed through the night time sky

ain't baseball, nah, the Liks won't slump
So make room for the crew with beats the jump
Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Willie Mays
I'm

the start of this beat and ain't done
Like a phoenix I'm flyin' but there isn't a sun
And your nose starts to drip cuz the drip is a ton
And I'm writing so

a lotta ammo since I robbed a gun shop
Flow is cold as ice but lyrics hotter than a sun spot
Lying on my back while your bitch is giving me some top
Oh you

we'll see a conclusion here tonight
Man I gotta do it right, cause my third albums in sight
Bring it back to that boom bap for album four it's only right

They ask me how I've been, man I've been better
Just waiting for the sunshine to pierce through this cloudy weather
Everything had to fall apart

round for round
‘Til the sun die, no woman no cry
When Fugee-la died
“I sits ninety degrees underneath palm trees” (yo, yo)
“The 666 cut W.I.C. like Newt

her then pass the chick,
Off I’m off to perform for the masses,
Labels would be foolish to ever look pass this,
Whether you love the lyrics love

A thick black smoke are hiding the sun
Tumbleweeds flying on the ground
A slim layer of pale grey ash
Cover the waste and ruined trash

Barren land,

enough of it, stress it eats all of us 
Some people keep it bottled up til tomorrow comes 
Friends swallow drugs and never wake to see tomorrow sun 
Man

complex you
Can't even begin to comprehend
But actually you can because the
Lyrics are fuckin awful man
But that doesn't even matter 'cause i
Still be

thought the cost-effective way would be to constantly should talk in songs and watch you sing them
Cuss out your mom in lyrics
And when your father hears he

Yeah, I heard word travels fast, and I learned

Expected failure, here's your evidence I never will
Real shit in my lyrics, other rappers write for

spitting these special bars/ power from sun I’m spitting these shooting stars/ voice like a asteroid/ comets in the bars/ I snatch planets out the air drain

Cheers (Oh oh, oh oh)
Sippin' codeine like it's beer (Oh oh, oh oh)
I'm in London, so I'm screaming, "Cheers"
(Oh oh, oh oh, Oh oh oh oh oh)

Man

jaise ko to is par rakhta 
Kisika bhi na mujhe bharam

Public ko tu hatheli me chand dikha
Kaam mera bolta note jesa gandhi ka
Nashe kam kar lyrics me

Only Solutions

Journey

Time3 [Time Cubed]

1992

NOTE: The lyrics listed here for Only Solutions 
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