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Fingerprints on the ranfla i'm shooting at your panza
Give a damn about a follower i'm backed up by the raza,
Donuts at the plaza hope the cop don't

when I walk up
No games
Issa warm up
Album on way
Say I warned ya
Press play
And my thoughts rush
Lay a beat down
It get's chalked up
I don’t wanna stay

Now y’all be feeling all this heat
It’s boutta get hotter by this sick ass beat
Hit my stall up, wait for hops to come out
With that big bag of poppers,

just to do the show
When that over we gonna hit the other spot on Campbellton road
That sit right there in the corner by Myrtle Drive across from Delowe

Hey Li'den, congrats on the album
Thank you man, I’m proud of the outcome
What about the part where you diss other rappers that you think you can

and they figure we're no smarter
We sell each other albums, start frattin on our partners
They start bringin up shit that happened back in '85
And then comes

just please carry on
God damn, why you had to do like that
I had no other choice, I had to move like that
I had to cut these leeches off, because they

wrote
I still got
Same letters other girls told me to throw out
And look where that got ‘em
(Look where that got ‘em)
Officially I’ve hit rock bottom
I

too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat

output, MC Frontalot wants more
If you deign to hit me back do not neglect the underscore
Hey I've got a thought, we should microblog a song
It's

too)
Other day it was a fighting population
This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick
Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat

make you have panic attacks 
I feel YC chasing racks after racks but some niggas do not have no practice in that
They just hit out of line giving others

the music's blues brother
I said it once up on this album, I'ma call it back
If you need us, than hit us, yo we gon' honor that
Ain't about an autograph

helping people get out their lows
School is alright but
I don't wanna be on that 9-5

Take it slow
Life could hit you in the face
Could give you that smack

us
Low T Kweli? Rest in pieces

One hot album, every 20 years average 
One half lame, and the other half savage 
Too bad Mos Def did all the fuckin'

wrote
I still got
Same letters other girls told me to throw out
And look where that got ‘em
(Look where that got ‘em)
Officially I’ve hit rock bottom
I

across four or five lanes dodging cars, almost got hit by an eighteen wheeler truck 
I’m just thinking back on memories with my homies dead or alive you

the punchline doesn’t hit you till after
Now there’s the slightest touch of pain in the laugher
What really matters in this intimate catastrophe of cyclical

2020 hit different
You can’t have a opinion cause people these days are illiterate
This is shit i deal with
Opinions turn into belligerence
But that’s

that's gross profit
They like Mo stop went to climb and fell
Running up I gotta get it by the bell
leak the album gotta time it well
You don't like making

flutter fucks
Get shutter ruts
And fall in mud
And die in bits
You Bitch

I ain’t here to mimic
Nor am I down to finish
Others business
I’m here to hit

gay
And I guess I like it that way
I hit my friends for a feature
They ask me for a theme or
Something that can make it easier to write
I tell em "I

figured out the other day,
Pleasing my ego just so I can go and get away,
Dont be hero, people always dyin savin days 
But that’s the problem with me, I

fall off just to do it twice 

I’m the type to put my faith in things that seem outta sight Only me though 


I set the bar high so to others it’s outta