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ain't gonna stop I'm a soldier
I ain't gonna stop till it's over
Never give up I'm chosen
I feel the walls are closing
I'm getting closer and closer
Nigga

to the top
Of this mountain climbing steadily but then I stop
Overwhelmed by feeling of what happens if I drop
12 song album no one likes it and it flops
No

the one thing that makes you important
Make us feel like no ones ever felt
Factor fear
Talent scare
Factor fear
Talent scare
Round the houses
Talentless

(Ladies)
Monkeys on the mic, drum beats, and keys
Music all created by some chimpanzees (Alright)
Tracy making tunes, Booty Tunez was our first job
Now we

believe you, we are the new people
Who can see through that bull
That's why your breath smell like anus
Hopefully I won't be famous
Although they running

released his nudes 
This album has taken place behind my pale paced out face 
There are no mountains in space 

Broken backs to break bread
Fuck the arid

records that I've sold
Pretending that you made me, not a penny that you owed
Got no room for homies cause my pockets are too full
Platinum on my album

on the pages with the pen that drops ink I devour
A hound that towers on my competition
No coward and bound to scour so that props are given
Nice with it, like

Gotta stay on the nice
List
All of that for the ice
Drip
Album soon like clock
Tick
Oh go
Hide the presents
On some psychedelic
Candy canes I can smell it

wife
And you're some kid's stepmom
Repainting his houses
I hope you know you'll always
Have a place in my albums
While the poets write songs about

hope he chillin on the cups yuh

Yuh 2k feet off the ground, they playin 2k inside of they houses, I get to grindin
You just be joustin, you playing

of them might stick around for my funeral
But swear y'all gon' be itchin' for my post-humo
Albums, all I think about, what they did, what I can
Just a man,

Uh
Aha
Yeah
Tch, you don't wanna fuck around

C-A-L-I-B-J-O-N-Y-R-O-C-K-Z
C-A-L-I-B-J-O-N-Y-R-O-C-K-Z
I'ma get you with the middle and right

be smart
Least I can do on these beats is release bars
Jail house out and it's fuck the police all
Day when I say there are words you can bleep

home in the catskills
To be mad real still at mom's house
Thought I'd be rich by now
Bout half my age now, fourteen
I started writing my sixteens
They

La la la
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la
La la la la la
Your principals are hung up
On aluminum
Reflecting all the heat
That needs

round my neck
Just like a lanyard, this my house
I kick these niggas out like a landlord
I built it with the help of the Lord, no weapons for them
Can't

a big amount
Five percent of y'all I could say I know about
Never judge a book by the cover till it's read
Dollars on your head we don't do it for

the hood still love me if they love overseas?
Is it really love or are they really selling dreams?
Should I drop the album on Black Pound Day
Or will they

Ain't No Sunshine

Pastor Troy

We Ready - I Declare War

1999

Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't give a damn how many he put 
out

Never

Angie Martinez

Animal House

2002

blazin Hip-Hop and R&B quick
'cause it's simple and plain, now can you sit and complain quick
When we payed the way for you to get in the game chicks

I'm Here

Russ

There's Really a Wolf

2017

quicker than House of Pain
Break the bank for the family, take everyone to Waikiki
My homies are big and African, knock you out in dashikis
To my family,

Super Luv

Ultra

Big Time

1996

like a bitch, get smacked by your pimp 
Your steelo's undercover, corny on the real brother 
Keep that mop down, just like your album sound 
You flop,

from kings
Raised by the queens
Pushers serving feigns
Leaving bodies on the scene
Prostitutes blouses
Red dice bouncin'
Broken crack houses that