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days when I ain't have one, so I might get two just to even the odds
I'm in they ears, something like Cobs
I go by C4, you know bombs
Just what you get

now

I'm flying by the signs
I'm passing every street light
I'm hauling ass yeah it's something to see

A line for every regret
And then a long kept

how to love
A man of few words
You know who he is by his actions
His love for family
Ignited her attraction
There's a song that they sing
The words

surgeon
Not your average person
Cause this cash I'm earning
Got me riding dirty like the mastered
Version of my tracks with cursing
The illest cat for

The Kids at the Club

Comet Gain

Réalistes

2002

to live

We've been waiting around for so long
Just to hear some decent songs
Well this is all such an urgency

We remember those nights in radio five

on the radio
His dreams of playing a stadium, there they go
But guess what this is the real me
I want to be authentic and tell my stories
And I'm not afraid

Must've been living under a rock
Must've not left the house for a couple of years
All the telephones, TVs, radios off
Put a blindfold on, cotton

Blank faces on a crowded street
Imperceptible chains interlaced between
All we want is and excuse to tune them out
Radio silence till the end

The radio signal is blocked by stoney stares
They teach the golden rule so it sounds fair
But the more time I spend on this marble of doom
I figure

another day
Rushing in to wait
I know I'm always late
I'm sorry for the way I stay the same
It's quiet, but I'm comfortable anyway
There's nothing left

resorts to jargon
Scribbled like a suicide note
Like I'll stop
I show the beauty by a profile shot
Freeze, don't fret for the truth
Cause I'll pray till I

a full moon tonight 
All power in the waves 
We livin in this convo 
Brain juice for days
We racin down the highway 
Open bottle by the pool 
“What’s next

chasing me for blocks
Seen the homie on the street
So I passed the axe to Madrox

I took the axe
What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?
It's all

skinny jeans
I give a toast to Makaveli the Don
I'mma drink this Hennessy
And I'm gone

Who the fuck shot 2pac? 
Who the fuck shot 2pac? 
Something

Don't call me up
for an empty date
I wanna get thru to you
and get out of this state
Tokyo in the winter time,
as I walk on by
Hear the lights like