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be more serious or else the real ones'll hate it
Put three in the air for the ones that ain't dissin
Because they think I'm fuckin' around and never

of the toilet
Gave this bitch the holy ghost and now she really annointed
I be wit her just to fuck but she really annoying
Normally I be chilling but i'm feeling

might need a map
On some cod shit I'm asking you where did you aim
Your brother got clapped and you ain't do shit back
So your beef is with self bitch

Well I'll tell you about it if you've got the time
My patience is running thin 
I'm sick of spending all my precious time 
Uncovering my sin
And it's

tryna mess with my mind
I'm sick of you all the time
But I want you by my side

I've got a mountain I can see us on
I know a fountain we can sit in front

a flowbot
Feeling so mechanical
Ride a beat like flobots
I'm doing it no handles bro
Eating them up like I was the remake of Hannibal
Bars to hard for

wife goes, ""She's got it down."" I'm like, ""Yeah, I know. I think I got to run her on a real track now."" My wife's like, ""She's got it down."" I'm

liars
Cause Christ is all I need
I'm like a flame from the fire
Just trying to reflect His glow
Lift Him up till they know
I penned this track over in

though I'm not quite that lean
Gonna kill it, any rhythm, any chord, any lead
Clear-headed, always getting everything that I need
If comparing our tracks

of the head, I'm deep in it thick
Digging deep in spirit
The lyrics they print
Rigging up a track that you just can't wait to play again

Will you just be

with the sticks
Now I'm posted on blocks with a gun with a stick
All these hating ass niggas, that shit made me sick
Why that pussy ass boy trying

coupe

He'll know I'm high, dude
He'll see my eyes and come to realize just
Why my sick ride is flying on by
At speeds so fast, I could die, or, I'd crash

ass here
I'm sick uh dem straight
Whack
From Aboriginal to Criminal
Ethnicity shouldn't really be the difference yo
And if we love each other fam
And we

I'm tryna lighten these packs
This kid's getting played by skets
Both raised down South
Demeanours soft, like he came from West
I'm tired of the game

the fight to build up full repor

I ain't been up look at me now sick
Im on a road paving make another fix
Who is that I never thought that they exist
You

Shit
By the pizza pan
Ordering a pizza
Just to rob the pizza man
One three one two one six
Nigga don't forget the state
Fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic

Hit the Fence

Transplants

Haunted Cities

2005

Life in a war zone, you make the wrong move, remove your torso
Guns blow back from the track, now the bloods roll
Unslow 24/7 now the funds flow

to my tracks and blast the speakers loud
But I just can't help but write about what I am feeling
And what I'm feeling isn't always pretty it's the real

my shoes
Lay it down when I get in the booth 
You do not know me, so we can't be cool
Swim in her shit like I dived in a pool 
Catch me on campus, I'm

ya livin' only fo' the mad cash by cuttin'/
Spittin' on tracks with no rhythm/ 

(Vocal sample) You love me// 

Verse 2: Optimus 

It's I, The flippa,

left I saw her friends and it was nice
To be alone in my bed again
Far from selfish grins by the elevator doors
In hindsight love's a curse of sick

Movements looking like tracks to me
Weaved into my head
Now your bullshit's attached to me
I'm trying to figure out how you turned 
temptation into tragedy

Wear a hat and hang around in a vacuum life of escape -
Want you down
So I stand up walk around - bend the bill - I'm willing to wait
Want you down -

missin I'm gon' find it don't fight with me.
What's your type? Is it, one who's one with the trees. I run laps round a wooded track, covered in leaves.