Come Again? (feat. Zen Stokely & Marcus Lee)

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"The Thought: A Logical Inquiry" is an essay by Gottlob Frege. It was published as "Der Gedanke. Eine logische Untersuchung" in the philosophy journal Beiträge zur Philosophie des deutschen Idealismus (English: Contributions to the philosophy of German idealism) in 1918. It was republished in Mind in English in 1956. In it, Frege argues against idealism and for platonism about thoughts, or propositions. Frege says ideas are private, but thoughts are public. Frege said that such abstract objects were members of a third realm. Frege also argued for a redundancy theory of truth. Quoting Frege, "The thought, in itself immaterial, clothes itself in the material garment of a sentence and thereby becomes comprehensible to us. We say a sentence expresses a thought." more »

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"What the f*ck'd you just say about me?
You fucking little bitch?"
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Losing moods of brooding bruisers
Lute or flute, the noose get looser
Down the luge, with booze profusion
Neutered shooter boofed collusion
Attitude that few can bear
The track get chewed up with the hare
The ladder drew, I do declare
The matter new as Boomer Care
My Coo-Ca-Roo, my "ain't it fair?"
My lover soothe in shoes prepared
The butter cruised right through the lair
And looted brews infused with pear
My prudent prune, my salty brine
The student's rune was left behind
They true to you at calling time
But proving goofed for Schmaltzy lime
Come again? I don't think I heard you right?
Y'all been buzzing off the gin while we smoking on that flight
Nothing in your inner ear sincere or nearing worthy light
Covered up with beer to steer the sneers to those who hold the knife
Handles made of mantle, I candle heat but not The Edge
Bant-abandoned Lando, scandals over teeth then drop the sledge
Stand in broken sandals, like I'm stooping to my last resort
Land on your piano, like we flew the coop without the stork
So don't keep me in that box
Where you got your dirty socks
All of me is novel tea
So honestly just let me rock
They don't need me at the spot
When I'm a shepherd, come again?
Now they treat you like a leper
'Cause you lecturing a friend
So don't put me in that jury
If you tryna worry-not
Get your vision fucking blurry
With an elevator drop
I don't ever wanna stop
Blessing records, come again?
In the prison of the debtors
Just for pressuring the pen
Never been high-maintenance, just high and half-naked since
"Patience is a virtue", I'll probably never stay convinced
Of anything, if anything, we made it to the main event
A long while ago, as far as I would know
Pharmacological, tell me "What's the protocol?"
When it's not a pro to call for all the shit we hope to solve
What matters most, and is it deeper than me?
Yo, I have to smoke and wrap a leaf of some tree
Watch me catapult, like releasing a key
Blast radius, as radiant as could be
I'm talking leveling up, you probably peeping the fade
I hear the Devil is clutch, you probably think it's a game
Playa! Play on, it's just a play on words
Perhaps a seance inside of this societal herd
Hey ma, would you mind if we went together?
She replied, "When?" and I replied, "Whenever"
So don't keep me in that box
Where you got your dirty socks
All of me is novel tea
So honestly just let me rock
They don't need me at the spot
When I'm a shepherd, come again?
Now they treat you like a leper
'Cause you lecturing a friend
So don't put me in that jury
If you tryna worry-not
Get your vision fucking blurry
With an elevator drop
I don't ever wanna stop
Blessing records, come again?
In the prison of the debtors
Just for pressuring the pen
Lacking patience ss I'm waiting for my penance to yield
Fruits of labor I been savoring depression for real
Come again? I'm kinda done with that, I said it for real
Restarting is the hardest but I'm ready to build
I'm ready to kill whoever went and said he ain't ill
Or that he lost it, Bitch, you lost it, I've accosted all my losses
Now I'm cautious when I'm crossing
So be cautious when you cross him
He's an artist, but he also spits so awesome, He's the hardest
Come again? Yeah I said it, I'm atrocious, man, of course, it's facts
Smooth, singing, slick talker's back, I will boss this map
The boy flow like a faucet, jack, what kinda sauce is that?
I don't know, but I don't flow, It's like I go inside my mind to mine it
Tryna find some gold while finding goals, then I write it
Rhyming with my whole soul, I guess that's why I go yo
I've been going thru some ups and downs, it's like a yo-yo/
I've been under pressure, but don't diamonds come from coal yo?/
A nigga sighing "I don't know, yo",
But at the same time a nigga shining like his soul glow/
And I am lying in on the floor, 'cause a nigga gotta fly, but now my guy is flying solo/
So don't keep me in that box
Where you got your dirty socks
All of me is novel tea
So honestly just let me rock
They don't need me at the spot
When I'm a shepherd, come again?
Now they treat you like a leper
'Cause you lecturing a friend
So don't put me in that jury
If you tryna worry-not
Get your vision fucking blurry
With an elevator drop
I don't ever wanna stop
Blessing records, come again?
In the prison of the debtors
Just for pressuring the pen

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