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Flippin' keys by the tons
Twenty five grand a week, fiends creep
No sleep nor do they eat
Bed around 6 feet deep

More goals to be achieved in
This hip hop

had enough
I said imma keep drinking til I call you on your bluff bitch

She's a cold blooded, soul sucking, parasitic, hypocritic, ego driven
Mood

shown
Covering the hovering mass of wilted poems

Wanna buy a lung? It's not broken
It just needs coaxing
Comes with a free five-minute
Warranty and tar

only feed cheese to the rat my nigga
Yeah go figure
Snapback to when no hat fitted didn't know that minute was a kodak image
When my dad popped by will

Flippin' keys by the tons
Twenty five grand a week, fiends creep
No sleep nor do they eat
Bed around 6 feet deep

More goals to be achieved in
This hip hop

a few minutes off my life
But the air was cold so by the third drag I was back inside
Stopped at the mirror reapproved my gear and fixed the cap

Unconscious mind and symbolism is my master; 
Steady, flooded by a wise mind chatter; 
Everybody dies, the devil wanted it done faster; 
Give a dap, the creator

jars were taken from the heartless
I give it to you at a real bargain
Five points on the hammer;
I'm sick of this ridiculous image forever molded in

Unconscious
And vomited on myself
Hot and bothered and incompetent
Wanting to drop to Hell
Well it froze over
Ghost a cold shoulder
Then the ghost spoke quote

Here comes a last minute entry
It's the Mach 5ive
Driven by Speed Racer
The race starts in 15 seconds
Too fast
I been moving too fast
I been cruisinG

and clear, we have a visual. Repeat, we have a visual
Unit 5 and 6 standing by
Keep all civilians outside of the perimeter
Keep all civilians outside

Mural

Lupe Fiasco

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

A thousands parts a pound of heart an ounce of eyes
Announcing now the doubt in mouth pronounces a count of lies
Chocula counts by the counts of 5

driven, fueled by ambition 
I hit a dead end now 
Come get me out of this prison 
Don't want fantasy or religion 
I need you 
Be-cause 

It's so hard

chapters backwards
Yeah!

I am an anthrax rapper i got a code
That I suppose so does Moses
That I live by and I master

Yeah rap blaster stone-cold disaster

Streetlights dimmed in a city that never sleeps
It's weird cause it's cold, can't hear a single peep
Just a dream, or am I just getting the creeps

"Bye boys I'll see you in a few hours, gotta hit the studio, spit some new bars. By the time I'm back don't smoke all the dope or better dart

No no no no no no no
I get it I see that we're finished
Tryna buy some more time need like five minutes
Turning on the low light need to save my

some'll say
Got a flow so cold that I
Could blow the sun away
Even if I kick a free someone still gonna pay
You could get blasted
Body in a funeral casket

Unas Slayer of the Gods

Nile

In Their Darkened Shrines

Hath Snared Them for Unas
Behold Tecber Tep F Hath Known Them and
Driven Them Unto Unas
Behold Her Tbertu Hath Bound Them
Behold Khensu

a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers

like bandage 
I know they can’t stand it 
I Think that I’ll manage 
The flow is bananas 
It Cold as Atlantic 
Her body is art 
I’m painting the canvas

driven
Yeah
Now your message don’t deliver
I used to be a nice boy
Now they got the boy pissed
Wrote this with a pen and almost broke it
She don’t have

getting cold
Cole James in the 4 by 4
Baking cakes with all my dough
She got cake that's all I know
Love me if that's for sure
Told you it's been a minute

to move on
Hate to admit it, but wait a minute
I got to get up out of here to get a greater vision
And I'm shifting the gears I've driven in for years