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to push away the negativity, it almost left me paralyzed
Not gonna get brainwashed by culture vultures in lake laogai
The walking dead left your walk-ins

If leaving marks is what you're worried about
Have you done your part to have your torch carried
Biggie smalls, over 20 mill sold
Saw 1 album before he

Who Are You

Fluent

Underground Famous

2004

Check me out right here yo

Stone carved sonnets
Set in Tibet written in onyx marks the coming of a comet
Which rides a Fluent prophet
To stop shit

Watch Out

Atmosphere

You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having [LP]

2005

Headshots!
I guess that explains it, don't it
She started to make a mark but it came apart
That's what you get for tryin' to make your little sister eat

Watch Out (Hey You)

Atmosphere

You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having

2005

and the advice
Drunk, walkin' out in traffic just to fly kites
Time out, the free style rhyme out, my last rights
Fuck a classic album, give my life 5 mics

back to high school when my sister was a teen and me squatting in that 442 was dream
Ridin' Martin Luther King on 38th with cousin Dominique
By any means

tryna get my music live in stores
And I'm abhorred
By every executive in the war room
"There's been a million come before you"
Like I ain't nothing

in hoodies

Mark and Slap don't call them junkies
They walking by giving knowledge
Them Nells should've left the court
La Cobra snuck up and robbed him

lackin the faith God just testing my heart
Surrounded by evil I tell it depart
When I part this earth promise I'm leaving my mark
Praise God
Demons try me

If you askin' me
Easy to see you gettin' bodied by the kid with them stretch marks
If I don't work with you it's cuz ya shit sound like some wet farts

New album the twenty fifth so you better mark your calendar
Shout out Drive By
Og's remember

on the road
Anyway to just to not be home
Anyway to not remind yourself
That I'm still here
Used to sleep to pass the time
Now I slept in bout a year
Bout

and right beside 
Like a goof 
Not I anymore.
 
And I'm torn in between 
If it's you or it's me 
Undecided before 
(Ayo) 

Sometime you gotta mature. 
Nothing

Blood getting spewed by the ounces

Picking they brain in amounts of 20 mounds 
 
My sound is pounding craniums

I’m spitting mania anybody that’s in

body
My body drives my soul
I wish I was just a body
Than a body held captive by its own soul

I see you playing with a kangaroo in the sunset
In your

tolerance
Cuz she did too much of that ouhh
Too many lines in the bathroom
You don't know shit about that
Why you put it in yo raps?
I don't get that
No, I

album in a pan
It’s going be fire, so make sure you don’t get too close
Or you going burn into ashes like I’m making me some toast
All the time you hear

when they hear
My album finna drop
I'm bussing every day like my
Car was in the shop stop lying on the mic
About your perfect sound
Everything you say is

know the reason
Just listen to the album
And take heed of it
Man I'm Lost in paradise
I can't see with
These pair of eyes
Why I still feel alone
Even

raising a son around drug use and ice
In a place we call the city we can't see past dark
Momma catch you sneaking out that whooping might leave a mark
Type

that they handed us

My nigga Mark said yall ain't got enough skin in the game but I got all the scars to prove it
Uh, a lot of talk about how

everything like that we did together. I spent a lot of time in the studio so creatively, I think I have probably more of a mark on a label. Even though that

just waiting for the baton

Got my masters in English
So I may resort to Latin
By the time you hear time
I'll be past gear six
And if they ain't dead

schreib euch Raps
4D machen euch Beats
Bullen euch Beine, Writer ein Peace
Das sagt "Fuck the Police"
Warum sag ich das in fast jedem Absatz
Den ich