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Yung Koded
It's golden

Ya
Big shout out to Vinc On The Beat by the way

Ey
It's sort of clear the way the drama has unfolded
This is the original

longer have control
But here I am
I'm standing tall
You won't get
to see me fall
I'm my own person
Not the same girl you left
It was no longer working
I

of the time when he can break the chain and get out
I ain't gonna make it
That's where he's been for twenty years
I ain't gonna make it out
And that's where

Most of the time, it's me and the beat
Most of the time, I'm out of they reach
You wanna come by, pay up the fee
The Empire gotta get overseas,
They

I'm afraid my time is runnin' out, I think I might be losin' it
Health declinin', buggin' out, I guess I just got used to this
Only 21, but yet my

Yung Koded
It's golden

Ya
Big shout out to Vinc On The Beat by the way

Ey
It's sort of clear the way the drama has unfolded
This is the original

deep
Ever since I lost everything
That I dreamed
Seems so long ago, that I believed
I would be a greater version of the current me
But currently
I see it

Kartel & Kardinal

Kardinal Offishall

Up 2 Di Time

2003

loot
Mr. Canadian, di top gunner
Ask di gyal dem out a road who a di number one stunner (yo)

We dem ones, dat dem boy dem nuh fi joke wid
We dem

music
Boy I got me a temper I hope I lose it
Hope I move some units
Old and Jewish money
I been goin thru it
Cope by doin funny shit
Might lose a lung

scared, please don't be shy
It's a bunch of lucifers coming out at night
I'm like Elphaba bitch, I'm a wicked witch
And I'll grab your fucking body and I'll

ride, that's me, he'd die
He the kid with the J's and the Levi's
He'd mind, king and he'd sign
Murder everything and do it by design
He'd fly and he

the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my

who can shine
I'm a star boy making light please just call me Doctor Light
Ain't no music major ass but fuck it major music coming out my ass
I fucked

been okay chilling to myself
Yeah It's getting colder I'm the demon version of myself
Put my beanie on and I'm ready to ignore my health
Drinking down

the rhyme I just did

And here's a little taste of my homeboy, El Sid

Ay a prince it's the El Sid's version

I'm a raid on the track, I'm a hip-hop surgeon

the radio yeah need I a play
It's time to hit the studio more shit to lay
I'm in my zone
I feel I'm on
If it ain't money don't call my phone 
This a throwaway

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put to death but freed by Jesus in my soul
Black hoodie rap, my version of church clothes
Kill all misconceptions with the verse though
I know this is

Different

Sage Francis

Personal Journals

2002

of insight. Out of mindful things to shout or rhyme about

Yeah, I know I was supposed to change the world and all
But it looks like the world got to me first

right under the Cali' sun
Junior Mafia out the subs, shorty calling me, "Son"
If one clique make a million today, it probably be us
Probably because my

(OpenMike verse x2)

Allow me to murder this 
For anybody who ain’t ever heard of us 
It’s them Texas boys 
Kicking it like we from the east side

afford
Sometimes the road is rough you'll crash on your own accord
Pulling out my pen its mightier than your sword
Track after track and ill keep coming

and had no ears
And he sucks at driving, claims his vehicle never steers
To look cool he hangs with 17 year old girls, got em roped
But as it turns out, by

layed out
And either way I'ma ride for
Mine and lie for mine
Fuck it I'll die for mine
I keep it gangsta to the end
It ain't getting by with mine

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