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in and out
Oxygen in my blood
I'm calculated in my movements like a TI81
A machine on the keys
Workin' way after the sun
In that city by the sea
It's

(Trapboy 3k) let me talk to 'em

I'm precautious
All my whips windows bulletproof
Touchin' everybody til I get you
Like it's "Duck, Duck, goose"
Got

album up here by the bay
Long Island blues, don't take me away
Damn I'm too young to feel this way
But I need the fame, send it this way
I have millions

a substance
On January 1st, 2018, the "Genesis" of my Journey opened up
2 years now, almost 3 have went by on this journey
And I can see the growth in the way I

time, all up by myself I got the screen time
Finally at the field of my dreams, no thoughts of retiring
This shit ain't over
It's been a little minute

INTRO

The title of the album, The Negro Spirit, came to me because I often feel the spirit of my ancestors who experienced a level of cruelty,

I been running up digits
I'm loyal but lack with attention
She told me that she want to visit
And my niggas they wet you no drench 'em
Got a new mmb

to this whole thing
Yeah, not many people do that nowadays with albums or EPs
That's not a thing anymore, kind of, sort of
So I just wanted to come by

Artist: KRS-One album: Adventures In Emceein
Song: What's Your Plan?

Yeah we live this
It gets kinda hard sometimes
Tryin to help those who dissin

I know you need me
But I know you'd leave me
You would never please me
I'm sitting here all by myself
I'm in love with myself
You tell me it's easy

Today I saw a picture in the eyes of the universe
it was purple, red, colors like that
seems like the scrawl from my verse’s book

Seems like

I'll going fast boy he a Drillers
Put it on album I got no fillers
I'm number one just that Chauncey Billups
You pissing us, we ain't feelin ya
Tote that

Freddie: This next song from album called "A Night at the Opera",
we are family plays this song
and it's called "Love of My Life".

Love of my life

of reps
And if you're getting it wrong at least you're doing your best
You have a look at my flame I'm here bringing the pain
And by the end of the night

silence 
As time goes by
Can we just freeze
This moment in time
I don’t want anything to change 
Can things just stay the same

My photo albums filled
With

Lakers up by 10 and I need
Some more ice in my shit literally

And I know a lot of dimes, they a handful
That's why players on the
Sidelines can't

Give Dem Some Way

Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Halfway Tree

2001

chumpas squandering
And the sound of the album cramping him
Well we don't play game when dem ramping in
Better watch as my timb boots stomping in

of running from devils and witches
let's do this exorcism
Evil compels me to up and a avert my image
til its right side up I be sick to the crucifixes
red

Wash away my sins, I'm holy
Whipping stolo's, chased by police
Back then they didn't want me
Now I'm hot, they all on me
Back then they didn't know me

It started when we were young
These photographs that I’ve kept on
But the albums now yellow
They faded through the years
Memories clouding my mind

Made by Egyptian civilians
From the future
From the future
Or maybe so long ago that we can't remember
I can't remember, no no
Yeah, you're not going

wrote an entire
Album about us drowning wasn’t that enough?

Now I’m haunted by all these
Holes found in my armor
And if my heart beats any harder
I will

big bids
I can't take it, but this shit has gone sour
Cheese for the gram, can't stay happy without one
Say you is a champ, but I heard the whole album

funny
Where do you belong? I don't
Think it's a riddle
You’re a Stan, a copycat Eminem's Skittle
Got the 007 deadly sins aching in me
But your 5 albums