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Treat it like a gold mine
Forty-Nining for the lines
Ain't pushing on goal lines
Passin by on pharcydes
Tote the pill no co-sign
Pharmaceutical eye

em
If your the common enemy then, drill 'em
Drilling every rapper in my section
Different hundred notes in my collection
Feeling presidential, no

like Nola soldiers
Swing harder than Sammy Sosa
I'm dolo Asolo on boots
08 Collection shoes
The classic Penny's set the mood
The Hardaway is what we

From the third collection of poems "The Dreamer” (Russian: Мечтатель).

In English (interpretation by Lord Muck):
Just let me get then who you

system
With my static pride
Charismatic
Way better then the other guy
Shy type introverted by
With a lethal mind
Xtroverted
Bout to hit a crucial prime
In

lies
I know better than to believe your fables

Blinded by bright lights you quickly glance around
Only to see the people you have slaughtered 
Try

where i'm gettin old
looking for a motive in this
I know i'm the shit, and if that's pride
then I will fry gladly
I'm on a ride, I don't serve nobody's

fried 

A bag for my buddy, a laptop inside 
A song for my honey, and books to get by 
A desk for my brother, with all that he needs 
Recording of my

the inside
Cuz on the outside he was all PRIDE.
Before that was even a thing
Not that he was flamboyant or even searching for validation 
But he knew who he

think? Backlash from my peers
No one showing their face, must be the only one here

My future love life bleak, man I swear I'm a seer
Left my pride in

perform in interactions
Homegirl say I'm unimpressed by everything
So bruh what's happening
Broadcasted to spread the wealth like collection plates
So I

ova my eyes
I was barely gettin' by, that shit took a toll on my pride
Ima hold my head high, keep it pushin' until I die
I used my right hook writing

I'm taking your submission
For endless nights of pain
Clearly made collection
Of souls, struggling, bound by chain
To me
To me
I wish I could've known

for me
"Where's the album? Where he at?"
They say "I love you" when you sad
You keep it real, they keep it real
I do not wanna write no raps
I

No Church In the Wild

Joe Budden

The King of New Jersey

threaten me with ya thoughts just never speak it
One gun accompanied by prayers I never need it
Burning flesh, skin peeling, slow inferno
Take away what

to educate with their wisdom
Between the prices and fatherless pride
After it all subsides
To fail is statistically high
We're bailed by a system that tries

finish it
I feel like Bradley in Limitless
My albums a movie no images yuh
I took a second perfected my craft
Then I come back like I'm swinging a bat

the money tryna save that
Drop an album another on the way thats just BeePax
Snakes in this grass i gotta start the weed wack
I'm a psycho with the pen i make

don't see in you now
I know it's looking impossible, but you'll make momma proud
You gon' drop an album, get some fans and get a couple crowds
Everybody

a young cat man I been a dog (Scratch that man I been a god)
Whole album produced by me nigga (Yeah I know my shit clean nigga)
East side nigga chasing

purpose like a bag at it (Back)
Taking shots at my pride like I'm mad at it (Shots, shots)
And I been carrying the cross with me everywhere I go like my

to be the boss, lately I just been paying the price
You can't miss what you never had, hope I'm saying it right
Money coming in by the pound, it ain't

to hold all the pain in
cnd by time that we let it out, we're already so jaded
Forgive my misery, still feel like a kid to me
Though my imagination ain't

down so low
In the dead of night
Only You can make things right
Don't know what I'm searching for
Drowning in my pride
Lord how do I sleep at night?
I