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feeling right
Every day and night I'm on flight
I'ma put it in the air yeah
I'ma put it in the air yeah

I stay blunted like Bob outsiders get rob
Pick up

on my knees
And thankin' god for what he gave us
By the pale moonlight, in the night
Inhaling vapors, everything's alright
Come ignite my fire baby
Citing

you not to play with fire
Ima walk these miles till I'm tired
To make it in this game is walking through bob wires
Hopping fences when I heard them

the fabric
My mind made a map thru madness
Slip get blasted by a bastard silly hazard for a rapper
It's time to let go don't let em trap ya
Man made disaster

Aren't y'all always truckin'
Aren't y'all always truckin'
Is that dog food
What up, doggy? Lock it up

This is a place built by my doggy
Sheesh, two

Gotta stay humble
Still ain't gonna fumble

Live inside a land full of candy
With the homies Buzz Woody Andy
Bob the Builder Handy Manny
Playing wall ball

like Sam Cooke holding that fo' fo'
That's fire from an old soul, crooks and

Castles with the pen, penning in Duke castles
That kid is too nasty,

talking 'bout we kin
You wasn't with me in the fires
Crack a joke? I'll put you in
A suit like you Steve Carell
Hit his bitch on cam and sent the vid
He can

I've got the fire in my belly
It will not be sweet like ice cream or jelly
I'm shellin' in here, it's like lead confetti
You best check yourself like

on, you might get addicted
I might of been handling business, I might of been just getting lifted
I might of like them blue stripes, trying to stack'em

one came back again

A lavish recycling trip
A delicate receivership

The granting of new jobs
Flesh covered thing-a-me-bobs

Head shots by dead shots

on a flight again I'm on a island
Looking like a new flight attendant with a new pilot in it
And I hope that you're not offended if I light a fire in it
Why

by myself cause I got me
There's some paper beside me that I ain't touch yet
Material girl, this material world
Diamond glitters and them pearls
That's

silent nights be so defining
Che Noir, gon' spread your fire, spark us lil Bic your pen cannot be whited out

Yo, Call the therapist or should I keep it in

before I break you in your face
Bob Barker sheets replaced my dreams I had a find a way

This like my 89th lifetime
I think I made it easier when I come

the tool click
Tool spit back
Impact is like a mule kick
P nice and funky fire
I will fuck you up
He Cipher Monkey Cipher
Medicated, dedicated bastard

in a Cypher
Rap to the beatbox, banyana ba jaiva
No matter how tough it gets, try to live your life right
Bob, weave, stick and move like a Iron Mike

trouble, yeah
You don't want no problem

[Verse 3: Young Dro]
Yeah, I'm fire like Bic, I have the butane
Bankhead nigga, with hoes in Ukraine
Fuck your bitch

like Latrell Sprewell
Col Gel I drink by the spina, we make rapina
In The Panchina with the baionetta marocchina
Impanicati, we are pirati in Prati

Here We Go

Grits

CMJ New Music, Vol. 105

your head
Y'all need to heed these words from the wise
Rhymes so meaty like, 'Jambalaya'
Got truth for hire, can you stand the fire?
To see you come

Here We Go [Remix]

Grits

The Art of Transformation

2006

indicator instilled in me by men greater
This is where you belong strong you gon' be great
Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout cast out doubt
Fast like

Yeah

Smell like bacon in this motherfucker
What I look like
A sucker to you nigga? Fuck you rookie

Longtime I been trying to chase dough buss
It

surround by sound it's clean-
Clean
Freestyle King big bezeltyne, Iceberg shirt with the
Matching jeans
Let the top down watch the wind blow, whoa look like

Drop Yo Top

E.S.G.

Da Heavyweighters Tilting the Scale

2006

at and them Cadillacs
Don't care what you in or where you at, let the top
Back fire up a sack
If you feeling good if you looking good, if you looking
Good