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to the morning sun
And my father don't seem to like calling me
He don't love me, he don't see me God, do you see me
Do the stars see me
Cause I'm reaching for

I’m so drunk I taste my tongue
I’m so fucked that nothing’s fun
I’m so high I am God’s son
But daddy always drops me back at starting line again

웬만하면 집에 박혀있네 매일 조심을 하고
하루에도 수십 번 손 씻고 소독제를 짜지 뿌악
대신 감기는 안 걸려 갈 일 없는 이비인후과
격리 중에도 쌓이는 guap oh thank god
로나가 내 계획을 망쳐놨으니 받아야 해 깽값
Covid 19 살아서 만나자 모두들

1987

Saul Williams

Amethyst Rock Star

2001

out the shop
Mint green sidekick, custom-made rag top
"Strictly Business" is the album that we play
"You're A Customer"; the pick of the day
Now there's

Drop It Heavy

Show & A.G.

Full Scale

featuring Big Punisher KRS One 
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS! 
Verse one: KRS One 
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me 
Than

You weren't ready for me to step on stage
It's okay - but it's too late for you to stop me
So be very afraid - I get carried away
By the Snare

by God and I'm chosen, I'm holdin' this world in my hands
Just blessed to be stackin' these bands
Not lucky, just needed a chance, to do what I needed

counting dollars can't tell you what not to do my dog
They're famous and popular smile for the camera Hollywood holly rules frauds
Millions of albums sold

of albums sold where does their money go they ain't got not a clue at all
I don't go by the rules I got a job to do
I ain't got shit to prove y'all let them

by potent mental mixtures 
Won't lend image or name to peddle liquor
Commodifying addiction makes these predators richer
I speak life word to Sev

fucking with 
To catch the whole case will be a ten album wait son
My gen grew up with capri-sun 
And when the ops turn to cost, then the L's come 
Rushing

and you don't even speak chinese
But damn I'm getting sidetracked
By the stuff I wanna bypass
Silence

This album is dedicated
To the middle class Ballers

of albums sold, where does their money go? They ain’t got not a clue at all. I don’t go by the rules, I got a job to do. I ain’t got shit to prove, y’all let

Tossing and turning
My head is banging like a Megadeth album
Knowing the outcome
Know I've never been a chum
Fear morphing into uncontrollable tears
Why am

that's not me, you fool, don't you see?
Nothings free but that don't mean shit to me
I make the nazi's bleed while the sun gods cheer for me
These

this
Bleep
Polo
Dude with the smooth substance
15 albums out but I still
Got to prove something
Serve ya on the track
Double back when I'm food running

your dome piece
Shot to the forehead, give you a third eye
Make your kids cry, baby mama asking why?
All bow down to the God of Fly

Grr, ayo
Boom

anymore
I swear when this album drop they gon' hate me some more
You gonna see red everywhere
Like a steak when it's raw
Fuck around and call me M.A

So who's gonna'
Ride with me
By my side we fly high speed
Bump this song on five repeat
Who wrote this?
It might be me
If you don't run off

ZUU shit
Never no FUU shit
Try to sue this, we end up on Sun Tzu shit
And you don't want that, buddy
There's no combat
Ask Drake to pick you a season

PRECIOUS!

Album art photography by richrad walsh @ streetshotsphotography.com
‘Mixed and mastered by Ryan Williamson - Off with their Records’

the man, I'm feeling great, let me live life, yeah
If you can't tell by now, man this album took a turn

I ain't even think it was gonna be like this, for

them winning  shot on my off day
And you can bet that, put it on the parlay
R-A-H, AKA the sun god

I must've been the pharaoh sleeping in the lung pod

Hiatus

Joe Budden

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I