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a long time coming
I go by the name Coldman incase you don't know me

Twenty sixteen artiste of the year in my state (Thank God)
Baba God still dey bless

through the glass[01:44.52]Hoppin' in my car, pressin' on ignition[01:47.12]Blinded by the past, I got 20-20 vision[01:49.74]Rollin' up a wood just to focus

Fuck What You Think

RZA

RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo

1998

Yo, yo, fuck what you think
Fuck what you think

It's about what you know, so fuck what you think
Twenty-one and over to drink
Nineteen and over

I need a rider
To Stick by my side girl
I'll take you higher
Lift you up to my world
Dressed in designer
Flashy things and nice curls
We never tired

bought some ice by mistake (ice by mistake)
Niggas ain't rich, they caught a wave
I did some time in the state (I did some time in the state)
They

One twenty-fourteen. It was a whole world ago
Shit was hitting the fan so rapidly but none of us was in the know
I had Korn in my headset and a whole

collide
By any means
Do what it take to survive
Starvin like marvin
I’m picturing commas
I’m honest
Far from the target
Forgetting the promise
I’m thomas

streets plead their cases and we die so state lives
Enslaving masses to master plans, blocking paths
While I trace the footsteps of the Invisible Man

confess
I'm blessed and human, often stressed
Overwhelmed by the rest
When I comparing others lives that's when I cry
I'm nowhere where I wanna be 
I feel

Twenty years
Twenty years ago
Man I have been at this for twenty years
Twenty years ago first show I was twenty years old
Time flies
I don't know

Time is money, Money is power, Honey and sour 
Look, Ash-Ton Kusha put one in the air every hr
Fuck 20s and dimes
My money is time and time is my

money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in

money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in

hit by a car,
While riding my motorcycle
 det shit threw me a lil ova twenty feet
Next come the talk of injuries
So if you squeamish,
Dis hea not for

on they position
But I'll still get it bruh
Pushing tapes like weight
Twenty two to twenty eight
Million dollar mind state
Billionaire dollar fate
Either

living
I'm often maudlin when I'm talking bout my past
I don't enjoy self pity, I just need to state the facts
I turned twenty-one, and I'm proud to see it

a while but
I promise I don’t sweat it
They praying that it get to me
I promise I don’t let it
I’m on cruise control
I cruise by, deuce throwed
Dial up

to make amends
Never forgiving, so they seek revenge
Twenty eight years here I spent
Most of it was sadly stained by discontent
Oklahoma has my deepest love

This is the State of Things
Mid to late twenties
Have nothing but friends and family and music
Isn't it all so funny?
Personality shown
Helping out

Don't Know Why

The Rutles

Archaeology

1996

Hello - and goodbye
Looking back
With 20/20 hindsight
We only tried to play our part
When selfishness is state of the art
You've just got to change

my mind
Days and nights pass us by
Irreversible decisions
Leaving me for her, baby you think you're right
But 20 years down the line
Don't crawl back

look so simple
But your body dey do me evil
Hmm obianuju this love dey do me juju juju
Round twenty two (twenty two)
This night I no go fit belle

arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rat
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty three hours in the cell by myself
Man

a place for me
And soon you'll find a space for me
Look at the state of me
Twenty, soon to be twenty-one
Friends all say don't worry, plenty come
Twenty