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understood yeah
Ain’t no playa hating niggas in my motherfucking circle you a Urkel and I wish a nigga would 
Verse 1 (Carlos Charm):
Get some money I been

The Type

Curren$y

Covert Coup

she horny
But love I'm tryna fuck with this money

[Chorus]
We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don't burry the axe
We

Get da Drop on 'Em

LL Cool J

Mr. Smith [Clean]

1995

cre-atin the butter 
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm droppin'
I'm wreckin' nigga whole shit plus I make a profit 
Wicked with this shout,

Praying by the olive tree
As the prophecies converge true
The earth stews with the devil's ideologies
And it hurts too
'Cause I want everyone to find

stealth
Talk matters to nobody else
I climb and I inch every inch of my trail
A better version of myself

What's up with feeling a feeling
You're surprised

new.
Version.

Elements for "Trap".
I don't listen to "last".
This is my me.
And my levels are expensive.
For my new.
Version 

(Break)
"What? I'm not

AND WE WILL FIGHT WITH “RAGE”
AND WE WILL BE “RULING THE WORLD”
BRINGING “ENDLESS PAIN”
SO BE “POSSESSED BY FIRE”
BECAUSE A “REBELLION” WILL RISE
THE WINDS

swoop to woo the misfit tribes
From prophecies of gloom
Then bid them by the shifting tide
To cheat the waxing moon 

Her double-fisted backhand
Hides

affirming prophecy can you show you summ
Trapping terrestrial planet my dad said sun
With gang I hung In the far beyond
Trapping out ufo floodin out lake

Waiting for that one thing
Worried that it's come and gone
Can't be hung up on prophecies and promises
We all gotta move along
It's an endless

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

part,
We were concerned with ideas, not rock and roll,
But we can't avoid that arena,
It's become a part of us even if we don't understand it.


*

Luck is on my side
I'm practically a walking prophecy
Starting with the fall of Reach
I was the Spartan prodigy
But when I lost Cortana
Everything just

(I don't even go on dates)

Who the hell is Carlo?

fucking up
Y'all need to get your shit together
I do not fuck with y'all
I don't
Fuck going on with y'all
The nerve
To get in my fucking personal business

don't
Too focused on yo pockets
But not yo soul
Ya homies be plotting
And you too slow
Now they done got cha
Set up by hoes
Materialism
Got you out on ya

Underline, every line
My design, my own find
Towards the sky, ignore the signs

S-O-L-O 
Work on my own, treat myself with satisfaction
I don't need no other

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don

over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,

over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,

really doubted
Last night I think I found it 
Cause I don't know what's up with you
Everything I thought that we could do

I can't even look at my phone

Yeah Yeah

Please Don't Bother Me 

Running To These M's

Stay Far From Poverty 

Started Off With 0

Now My Bank Look Like Monopoly

Young Prodigy

I took the prophecy, puffed and passed
The power I have is enough to last
I enjoy the bottoms of my feet being tickled by the blades
So don't you dare

on the wall
But soon enough she's gonna creep
Up and take me under and fly me over
I don't know what the hell I'm suppose to do
Paint my life with a different

Version of Me

The Color Morale

Desolate Divine

2016

You're the one who started this, now it's time to finish it
Don't become something you despised when you started
I can feel it in my bones, feel it