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the traffic like I'm jaywalking
I go for the hoop, call me Michael, different J walking
I do this by myself it's no one else, I'm not walkie-talking
It hurts my

to my bar and unwind the wine
They call me Emit Smith the way I charge the lines
Putting in full time work even when working part time
This ain't no art

ain't no need for me to let up
It all came together, there's no way I can settle
Elevating I rise, I'm only seeking good vibes
Dismissing

’m harder
Way harder than that
Harder than
Harder than the concrete back go smack
If you want smoke w me
Come to the beat I be here any studio
You can pay for

need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You

That night you pulled that petty shit it really wasn't Right
They way you put up a fight when i thugging all Night
I need you right by my side, but you

Look What You Did to Me

Z-Ro

Look What You Did to Me

1998

to play
Cross my wrist, every last drop till I faint
Taken out there, pulling smith for the thangs that I never did
Coming up as a a young kid
Trying

THE WORLD TO ME

I   MISS YOU MORE THAN YESTERDAY
WHEN YOUR SMILE WAS JUST ONE LOOK AWAY
IF I COULD I'D MAKE IT STAY
AS TIME GOES BY 

I'LL ALWAYS BE HERE FOR

Master Thesis

Canibus

Mic Club: The Curriculum

2002

The highest professorship, my English etiquette
Compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch
My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all
Atlantis was surrounded by

'm skating collecting payments
Airways all the way over to Third st I dodged a whole lot of cases
I slept in the bando right there by the tire shop into it wit

our ways
Thinking bout the way if we part our ways
By the way I've been thinking bout you all day
Swear I'll never fall again
And her love be popping

never miss
Yeah yih
I can never stop yeah bitch i can never escape
Die for this shit im stuck on my ways
I follow no crowd i got my own wave
Yi ahhhhh
Yi

I ain't move on
And see the other side that they tryna block my view on
Giving advice on stuff that they ain't got no clue on
Pull yourself of by your

playing games
I can't lie girl I need you when I'm Going through them days
Imma failure to the family I could tell by the hate
I can't lie I miss my pops I

how it might go
Step to my peers and they walking a tightrope
If I'm not invited I hope that you die slow
Choke out our rappers so serial like Michael

they're safe by me, this is no safari
Now I'm holding their hand, held accountable for failure realizing
Sunshine and moonshine pass, hold 'em hostage

Same hoes that say that they miss me, the same ones that use to diss me
She suck it good gave me hickey, you ain't my girl so it ain't no kissing
I

call you poet i’d call you farmer
You will not be called by me poet
These stricken suckas is soft often
And offed goners got in the cough of no cause

like a kettle now 
The block is hot they got several rounds 
I'm Will Smith up in Seven Pounds 
Looking like a lost seven pounds
To be a cash cow you

cooling by the Chesapeake
You hot as Tuscan
I don't start shit, I play defense
Hit you like Two One
Burgundy and Gold nigga
Let it be known I'm a Go Getter

I'm incomplete
With no one by my side I knew I been fly
Since 1999, And two
Tryna tie the knot with you, Bantu
Tryna stir the pot with you, Canned food

KEEP IT REcL
Lyrics Written and Performed by
Vanessa L. Smith


I can feel a change
Between you and me
cnd I need us back
The way we used to be

You

four Every nigga lost
I got ambitions for these riches Im get it all
I'm praying heavy and I'm hopping god don't miss my call
Tangible on the annual

a world where black lives Still
Don't matter, I'm way past thirty-nine

But I digress and rewind as I position my birth against and alongside several