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Enoch ( (listen)) is a biblical figure and patriarch prior to Noah's flood and the son of Jared and father of Methuselah. He was of the Antediluvian period in the Hebrew Bible. The text of the Book of Genesis says Enoch lived 365 years before he was taken by God. The text reads that Enoch "walked with God: and he was no more; for God took him" (Gen 5:21–24), which is interpreted as Enoch's entering heaven alive in some Jewish and Christian traditions, and interpreted differently in others. Enoch is the subject of many Jewish and Christian traditions. He was considered the author of the Book of Enoch and also called the scribe of judgment. In the New Testament, Enoch is referenced in the Gospel of Luke, the Epistle to the Hebrews, and in the Epistle of Jude, t… more »

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Where were we at last year?
A couple rappers off hype and the press
Startin' missions in reality constantly stressed
Thinkin' if all goes wrong I'd have given my best
But if goes wrong, man, then I will have failed like the rest
Of these people tryna turn lucid to plenty life
And me plotting on gettin rappers in front of mics
And me plotting on gettin rappers in front of people
Who need it, hard to convince the atheists they missing Jesus
We were just rappin in a trailer park
Sendin waves through the booth as if we could mail a spark
And sellin beats to rappers in Gate City for outrageous prices
My last line add quotation marks
Cuz these rappers ain't nothin but posers
Carolina souls who stuck in the middle don't know they important
Atlanta popping and New York poppin but right when the snow is stopping 
And Esco finish killin I promise all that we're endin opponents
Y'all really don't want it
Back of the 'lac I'm planning to stack on you whack spazzers 
As sudden as an asthma attack
A few bars on the album to show what I do when
People are talkin wreckless as the skinniest dude in the room
We were just rappin at the mall in the booth
Now I pass alleys for a plague. I could ball on my tooth
Been gettin higher, eat the weed like we cutting the grass
The f*ck is last? I'll be winnin forever
But y'all ain't hearin me
Proper approach to fearin me, ears never perk
When fake niggas hit the block, real niggas was first
When fake niggas take a dollar, real niggas disburse
When fake niggas close they eyes, real niggas they work
When real niggas come alive, fake niggas get murked
Ya hear me?

Look
This here for the artist
My city fiendin for a movement, so I guess we can start it
My dawgs hungry. I'm feedin til it's over I'm on it
And stacking bucks when I'm gone like the dearly departed
Honestly it's easy to kill it
I ain't been rappin cuz I'm wrapped up in hustle, revealing
The potential up in my city, while y'all failin to feel it
You spit a verse of straight trash and get my niggas to film it
Sheesh. Imagine if we stop blessing
You niggas won't be seen, now ain't that an odd message
You niggas ain't too mean, and we done seen it
Your album dropping? Keep it. Promise you we don't need it
Honestly, we on scene to put commas up in our family tree
Honestly, it's gotta be... we gotta go pro
I could ignore the world, but rather I could cherish it close
So it's Sacul. Spell it backwards and you'll know who the goat... 
Noch

These dummies showin me nothing.
I'm guttin them all disgusting
The grind is that of no luck
When my shit come through out straight bustin 
And leavin them all. Enough is enough
The dealer is tough
I take these cards and go make em flush
The royal in us
Destroying the fuss. Eat the poison boy it's all ether
This my game we are not leaving
We are not speaking. Quick cuts til they all deceased
The god. The beast. The best. And we not leakin 
Oh you are not quitting? We not either
You boys are fake gangsters. You beg attention but we not believers
In fact, my niggas they brazy so boy they might delete ya
Talking buttered up, but you ain't popped nothin but Pop Weaver
The quiet boss with the hot demeanor
But boy, the grip will harden if we gotta prove our shot cleaner
And I ain't tryna say we did it before
But know the aim is as real as the flow 
And boy my aim to get it some more
Until Esco on the give and then go
Until Crutch got two labels or more 
Until Suggs training actors and pros 
Until Petey signin contracts in gold
Until Drew got a camera and hoes
Until Junior got his hand in the mold
Until Atticus got lanes on the road
Until Dawn got some make up to quote
Until Gene got a Grammy to show
Until Cleff mixin albums with Cole
Until Duce is the star of the show
Until Jaylon playin games he don't know
Until Cameron is a boss on the low
Until Hillman makin change for the globe 
Until my mama got a house on the coast
Until John is the Stan Lee of old
Until Kim take her art on the road
Until Shawn playing drums at my show
Until my family set for life on this boy
I'mma be workin til we ain't workin no more
I promise you we're never comfortable, nigga

Delivering man
F*ck is you peddling towards?
You're shivering man
F*ck is you hesitant for?
Been delivering man
F*ck is you peddling towards?
You're shivering man
F*ck is you hesitant for?

I need to cover New York Times, my nigga
From like buying the damn 49ers, my nigga
Or like trying this new look out that all the people are talking out
Cuz I'm the new male Shonda Rhimes, my nigga
Ya know...
I need to tell my girl my goals, my nigga
Like flying around the world for these shows, my nigga
For like some years then lettin rappin go, and capsule all of my flows
To go direct some brand new show, my nigga
I need to buy my moms a crib, my nigga
It's the right thing, for doin all she did, my nigga
The kid is bigger, the shift is realer
The shit is bananas, gorilla. Like hand me the figures 
I'm ready for it hand me the figures
Brand me as the nigga who started a corporation
If writing movies in attics and writing groovy tunes on the daily
Avoiding all of the nonsense, no addict, that shit'd be crazy
Told you, it would be crazy

Right?

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