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goals
Way before I had a fan
Couldn't see the vision
I found it in braille
No hands out in my story
I really went through hell
I'm closer to the finish

to wake you up
This shit's sponsored by Utica Coffee
Tell the truth, I'm doing my laundry
Tell some lies and you'll be sorry
Half of ya'll ain't heard me

say for definite but felt like an affront towards my melanin
Should tell em then I got a couple books that I would recommend
Now let me tell a story

something inaudible
Took me by surprise I teleported to this booth
To tell you all what I just found in the twelfth book of Luke
Is my story's real or not? I

and through his Ballin'
Not to diss
I been in love with his shit
Ever since my friends had showed me
The Incredible True Story (Uh)
Like a broken record
I've

ijm3ohom fach ki sali l'clip (yeah)
Mat3eytch lia ndwiw 3la rap 9awad ra mamsalich lik
Kanfeker nkherej album w ma3arfch ta l'public wach ghadi ichrih (yeah)

a flame thrower
I'm not doing it for the fame or glory, I'm doing it so I can tell my story
All these other rappers always seem to bore me cause to me it

We're Famous

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

After stepping to KCR lit and flexing my shit

No gun talk, no gimmicks, just rounds of raw-dogging
Dirty dusty intelligent wit and word murdering

Mr. Pitiful

Big Daddy Kane

Taste of Chocolate

1990

the motherfucker"
And family members askin for my papers
But biz set them straight, by makin' "the vapors"
Girls cryin' pregnant, to get some of my green
I'm

don't need one
NB: The TV Version continuesthe
Album version continues below
Praline: Then I would like a statement to
That effect signed by the Lord

hated 
Some got dehydrated 
Some got terminated 
We gonna survive 
My name's got to be celebrated 
Ibi ti ęro boya mi o ni de MoMc de be

Kane lo pa abel

A yo
I wanna take this time to introduce my new artist
King Theodore The Banker
The latest signee 
To Dumb Rappers Need Teaching Entertainment

glass cuz i felt fragile and inferior, in fear of
Never being embraced by the culture i was bred by
Learned by turning pencils into bullets, let the led

And hopped back into the studio to
Voice animated superheroes and record her
First solo album when Cameron isn’t
Bringing your favorite characters to
Life

to open up
Poor Judas hung himself by the rope
Of his own guts
Some mourn the time lost
Now waste their time given
The same stories and scriptures

gonna take shots, you better aim at me face
And if you miss then I'll put you in your place
Cause life is a crazy race, and you cannot run at my pace
This

B-Boy

Macklemore

The Language of My World

2009

to top charts
I don't know what happened, wanting to blow rap
You lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks
Radio's lacking, controlled by

Snapchats of her on my nigga lap
I remember blaming the culture
Bouta burn down the cul de sac
So I be loving with a loaded mac
And love this music and money

Peace, Jesus captured me and actively bled
Hit the red pen, the kid is writing love to my kin
Peace my family, I'm randomly dismantling lies

Let me introduce you to the new breed
I’m on my Yeezy in Hawaii. Illustrious sounds embodied by Takashi Murakami
Park Ave sushi with hot wasabi. South

Running
Keep Running
Don't let your ego in
Kassiah my mentor
The story begins where it ends

Pray that i find my Sun soon
Maybe I'm flying too close
Garden

challenges
I gave up on the romance I wasn't chasing after it
But if it happened naturally, who was I to say no
By this point you know how the story goes
Nat

to run to when my whip was up for repossession
Estranged by many, but never a stranger to pressure
Amanda the closest thing I know to an angel investor
No

the gallons
I'm dropping like niggaz albums as vomit is coming out him
Lyrics splashing the floor
Words clashing decor
Look up God's knock upon my door (Jesus?)