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Yeah
On the real-a, I'm a gorilla
Now have you ever heard of a nigga like me?
I'm a G-O-rilla, on the real
Don't monkey wit' me, on the real

the memories of a painful time
But all that's passed and I'll be fine
As I heal myself by committing crimes
Yeah, snort some blow, huff N2O
Nowhere to go, you'll

40 Water

E-40

The Ball Street Journal

2008

favorite rappers come and go
I done seen a lot of blow, a lot of snow
I done seen my homie grandma get beat by the po-po

In the hill side of Vallejo,

a trance
Dance monkey, dance

We all ask which way the wind blows
Where gems glisten in pools
Wonder which north star to follow
If my gold is for fools

But

And my friends n' my love always seems to dash
So my soul is in question and my heart in depression
I'm searching for salvation baptism by immersion

evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural

it all ends I leave my voice for generations
I ain't the best
But I put work in
Non make alterations
Because it stands
I did this by myself
No

swallow with some Holy Water ho, no Ozarka
Bony cousin that'll bone ya daughter
If that monkey flooding I'll Noah's Ark her
Straight make it pop like soda

all on my grave

Yea I got no time to be patient
I just create my own waves
I put that on my generation
I put that all on my grave

Bout to blow up

lines
While another color is stuck cutting ties and hitting drive bys over some finish line
One color some moguls in them scraper skies while the other

like you was only popping for relationships 
And fake pranks on YouTube 
Boy You getting exposed wear the same clothes 
I really feel sorry for you dude

label me the connoisseur powered by the plants, still mistakenly a carnivore
You should pick your battles wisely if you know the art of war
Liv it up,

all hysterical by now.  PILATE notices BRIAN escaping.)
	PILATE
You cwowd of cwacking-up cweeps.  Seize him!  Blow your noses and seize
him!  Oh my bum.

Mortal Man

Kendrick Lamar

To Pimp a Butterfly

2015

, Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,

go off
Alarms blow off
As I carve verses and fire them
I keep my calm
This is my meditation
Not fueled by validation
Mum I got sufficient innovation

perfect harmony, like twelve monkeys jumping from trees
Diseased, by the plagues of forefathers' birds and the bees
Flees and parasitical hosts that they

trembled to the big blue clowns?
Now I'm just, speaking for me, and I don't know why y'all do
I guess what, monkey-sees then monkey-seas gonna do
And if I'm,

perfect harmony, like twelve monkeys jumping from trees
Diseased, by the plagues of forefathers' birds and the bees
Flees and parasitical hosts that they

perfect harmony, like twelve monkeys jumping from trees
Diseased, by the plagues of forefathers' birds and the bees
Flees and parasitical hosts that they

beat me I'm not hard to find
If u wanna come see me I'll be in the studio writing these ryhmes
Tryna paint a picture for the blind
Tell these demons get

into sadder days and meditation

Another statistic of this generation

Only difference I’m aware of the situation

Where I’m sitting in this nation

My

sipping purple soda got me limping
Now I'm tripping but it can't affect my vision or the mission for the money
I hate to see it bad, I remember always

from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies

a bullet for admission

Monkey Gang, Twitter fingers, shoot like Bryson Tiller
Fucking with my squad, get capped by all my niggas
On a different note, man my