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Yeah
Turn me up in the headphones (uh, yeah)
And I went and took the Long Way Home yeah
Yeah, yeah
NonSense hates when I sing that shit
Aye the album

another Album, yeah she put it on her seasoning
The legs I put on my new stories I bet you never seen them
I bet you focused on new bitches and left out all

This is Baba Brinkman
Recording live from Long Island, New York
cnd this record is called "Rapsode"

Want you to check the method people
Of what you

Hey
Trust Gang
Heart felt the Album
Heart felt the Album
Aye I just lost two people in the same week
I stay to myself but can you blame me
My family

a private jet from the web on standby
Got me stepping over these fools with AI
New type of money like Gatsby
Everybody in the game wanna get at me
But you

It's just a road move on a bigger level
We think we are mountains
But we're just pebbles
Better yet? pop a little champagne
But people in the
South

yourself on the road
They’ll tell you Akala is cold
He kicks knowledge for the block
Never gonna stop progression on my albums
Never gonna flop when that

for a second
What I'm doing right or wrong
Maybe I can write a song
That might finally put me on
Get me playlisted tomorrow
Never take the long road
Hit

Old School New School

LL Cool J

Exit 13

2008

up
Bunch of irrelevant shit, it's not intelligent, is it?
My shit's exquisite, don't follow the yellow brick road
Them niggas faking like the Wizard

do this, ya' know?
I tried my best just to be a man?
But, Wordsplayed was in the studio
And he told me I had to didn't I

Didn't I, hit the road, never

of the process
So you just end up repeating lessons
That you should've definitely learned from by now
It's been almost five years since my last album
And I'd

and not work so hard
How can I tell you know this is my blessings mum
And you don't have to worry about me I'm doing music now
It's the truth it's from my

FV Till I Die

Hopsin

Pound Syndrome

2015

Ya'll ain't even seen the nigga Hop coming
That's how I roll, dawg
The second niggas take they eyes off me
I leave 'em on the side of the road

The ones who answered the call from the beginning
I mean this from my heart, I'm positively certain
There's no more reaching you
By now you should have

to dumb it down
Wow
Better catch up
Squad goals, on the road for the next month
Bro chill, keep it real while the rest front
Red dot, head shots from

They're singing and they're shouting hit em with the loudest single from the album
Did he really make a milli from a thousand
Styles unlimited run infinite

you've been keeping up
No, it didn't have to end like that
Didn't have to end like that
Now I'm tearing pages from our photo album
Cause I'd rather see

Take a little step back from the front line
When its crunch time I will come by with a hung light
But lately Ive unpacking everything
Sometimes ought

a true testament 
Flex it

Started with no penny to my name
Broke
Nigga had to hustle off the main roads
Went from dealing, stealing 
Concealing, to taking

shit going crazy
Go up on the daily
We let it unleash
I'm taking control
We a long way from home
Now im spreading my wings

That's by any means
Yea gotta

doubting me
I’m M.I.Geezus, Mr. motherfuckin’ October
One album deep, no bitch, it’s not over
Pumped a little iron, yeah your boy got a little swoller
Clench

an album that arose from a dark place
When humor stopped working I started using hyperbole
Examining myself and exaggerating my hurt feelings
And it really

i'm on the road hoing
The ladies love me
I even fucked a couple of bitches
That used to call me ugly
Performances packed from front to back
Latin,

The road from my heart to my mouth is closed
It’s always pretty thoughts
When it’s thoughts of you
‘Cause any hurt you’ve caused
Hasn’t scarred but bruised