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God Complex

Tech N9ne

Anghellic

2001

into my eyes
No surprise
I'm half cupid half relic (Cha cha)
He who treads the path of the best is also he who sins are repentable
But if you ever, ever

birdies by the pack 
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back 
In

Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

niggas down one by one you could call me John Madden
Forty with thirty up in the clip, Yeah I'm shooting automatic
Yeah I'm shooting automatic, Prodigy no

scandalous women
Throwin it back makin it clap shots to her back
They call me malt but I'm the mac
I know you mad but why the fuck you actin out for
All that I

with rats
Same ones you lock into a damn trap
Same ones circle back with a Mac
Heart beat lost we caused part of that
I don't like to talk, I limp when I

of key
Not knowing I'm a Prodigy
Now they wanna circle back and tell me that they proud of me
Doubting me empowers me
I been outta reach
Need some alone

of key
Not knowing I'm a Prodigy
Now they wanna circle back and tell me that they proud of me
Doubting me empowers me
I been outta reach
Need some alone

Rapping like a prodigy
Manifesting prophecies
My niggas be on go on every corner like it's monopoly
Menace to society we got guns by variety that'll end yo

was off the dome
But I’m back
Writing on the track
Tryna hide the fact that
I tell myself I’m wack
Don’t know why it seems I was born in the Mac
Never

seemingly casual, but maybe a bit excited on the inside. The first time abroad on my own, and I stepped into that city loud, proud and insecure. The first

until she didn't call again
No end in sight
So I gathered all my pain and turned the darkness into light by spittin' truth into a mic, that's right
Every

critical
Ain't ever work before that shit is pitiful
They ain't gon' do it if you ain't gon' give it to em

Walk back into this bitch lets break necks 
Only

funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris 
See, I ain't into the game 
I'm true to the gang 
I'm poppin' your thang til the party people swing 
Cause

all
Niggas that I can rap
Spit a little crack on the track, fall back
If you didn't know the name
Now you know it's B-Mac
Hit him from the H

blackin' out
Pulled the MAC-10 out, stuck it in her face
Shut ya yakkin' mouth,
'Fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp
Drug her by her hair,

Never got hit by one, he cross the street wit his mac 10
He tryna' make some breesh off the back end
No keeping your strap in, not when a nigga threaten

remember she ain't take me serious now she wanna be my secretary (That's fax)
I done turned into a money mitch
Shit is getting very scary
Getting money runs

give him fifty, ain't gotta ask again
He was catchin' murders, way back then, that's when them MACs was in
I don't drink that red or that green, bring

Manufacturer of bars
Feel like i am quantica
Vanishing signals is what u giving
Like Antarctica
Back to back i am giving
Loops imma a prodigy
Albert from iq

Mei Ling is a home run too
Said I shouldn't wait or get fucked by two
A threesome, a just set my mood
Play me like I'm dumb, I'ma spill my juice

State of Grace

Talib Kweli

Gravitas

2014

is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found

hitting up my phone now
Only got one friend it's just me and Rome now
Down by 1 I got the whole team on my back yeah
Dont got a apple but I always got a mac

obviously
Demagogue democracy, in the fog I see the mob represented into the light
Back to the source where all energy comes
Ya enemy done
What's eternal?