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old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed

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You may disagree with some of the views portrayed on this album 
And Handycap does not really give a damn
No autotune was used in

they fucking head spin
His best friend name was Aaron by my standards Aaron was a sweet kid
Could tell that he ain't never seen the fights as I did
Fast

got it nigga
Seven ways of income, we about it nigga
But I don't mean to boat, I'm here to show yal the growth
Album after album, song after song, beat

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

Still ain't hear about no fuckin' deals

First album I was in my feels, second album, gettin' off the pills
Third album switcha demographic, still

something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get

without the SoundCloud era
Flash to the future part two was the album, had about 12 songs even out the Malcolm, And I ain't Talkin ex (X) but she was round

I keep them by my chest

You know we will never rest
Not tryna be puff off that ledge

We really ain't kid with this one
Stew gang gonna

Sweep you

Hi there, kids the name of this song
Is called "Peaches En Regalia"
It tells the story of a bowl of peaches that
Lives in the Royal Garden Hotel

motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years

walking through the mall with my child, holding their hand. And I would hear one of my songs and the overheads. And I would look at my kid and say, do you

song
Hear my song
Not for long
Not for long
'Cause now they're gone
Now they're gone
Kids be gone
Kids be gone
Hear my song
Hear my song
But not for long

Wanted to know if I could make a bop song
Look I did
I've got a hook and everything
Are you proud of me kids
This is the thanks I give
To all the people

God Lives Through

A Tribe Called Quest

Midnight Marauders

1993

the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like

this album dang my bad
Let me run that back
This girl really tryna marry me saying she's tryna have kids with me
Your just hopping out of the shower
I

I press play on my songs and the music is hitting
I'm thinking many thoughts while looking at views of the city
And it's beautiful pretty
No

off these n*****
When they try to play the kid
Another hit song being sang by his kid
Don't mean to bring the children into it
But since you spoke

Too pop for the rap kids
Too rap for the pop kids
Music loud through my neighborhood all
Album cuts no top hit's
Neighbors think it's obnoxious, I'm

on the grind
And I'm taking my time
I mean, I know you want the album but the outcome gotta be divine
I'm S.H.A.D.O.W. Superior and еverybody know it
Plus I

of ahead of
Their time but I hope
That they go on forever
Yeah

Silly song but I'm not Larry
Bit bougie call the kid Madame Blueberry
Learning that sharing

in Inland Empire
Look at the rabbits
They're anthropomorphic
Look at the sign on Mulholland Drive
My raps are pre-recorded like the song by Rebekah Del

Listen up I got a story to tell
cbout a man who changed the world by changing himself
Into Black praising, Fact saying, Track slaying teacher
cs

Nothing's gonna be the same now
Mind is stuck in lonesome rain clouds
Making music with my greyhounds
Always gotta box of albums, so it's fuck