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in the middle
Hop out the car with my hand on my pistol
He just a fan and he mad I don't feel him
I know they know that I ran with them killers

Feels like I'm stuck inside a maze
But there's no dead ends just graves
I come from dead ends surrounded by graves
Some of those graves are my mates

us
Low T Kweli? Rest in pieces

One hot album, every 20 years average 
One half lame, and the other half savage 
Too bad Mos Def did all the fuckin'

two doors
What you mad about
Re ignite the flames
That driving me to make it out
All this time keeps passing by
I'm losing track of it
I'm feeling like

I
Overtime every time
Who that be TCV
When you play this on repeat
20 20 vision has no clarity in the year 2020
So when you're trying to see more

This the prelude to the album
This is everything
If you can actually pay attention
Imma tell you everything
What do you want to know

Fuck it this

50 Years

All Natural

Best of Underground Hip Hop

2000

Now fifty years down the line, we gon' all look back
And say that hip-hop, in 1995 was wack
But then we gots it back on tracks
And by the year

though
It’s all garbage, it’s all wack
Can’t even rap
Cause just some pussies
Surrounded by a bunch of maxi pads
They act mad, they act mad
I ask Dapo if

no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh

ones
By the time I was 19, 20
Had a few albums
And I was producing more
Even hooked up with a band
After we jammed
On a music course
Ironi, the name fit

World Reknown

Pacewon

Won

2002

chandaliers
Hip-Hop prisoner, Alberto V-O-5
in your scalp like conditioner, hit you by the eye
Fuck your 20/20 vision up, used to be a pilot
Now he can see

Yeah, look, I listen to niggas' albums like, "What the fuck all the hype about?"
Like, nigga, I can write one verse that'll wipe 'em out (no cap, huh)

never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I

Damn I got platinum on both of
My wrists and my pinky
And my album went platinum too
Man you know I'm a stunt'
All these other rappers, look
(New

sh** is kinda crazy
8 plus 9, that's seventeen if you add it up
Made fifty K, I know these n****s all was mad as f***
When my granddad died he was 88
He

Let's Ride

Choclair

Ice Cold

1999

singe your optics
Twenty One years was ground work
People hear me coming, so haters got mad work
But understand it's all about the suave, diggy-dog

Smoking on gorilla glue it’s mad sticky
Nowadays it’s hard to find some gas that really can get me
Yes bitch by twenty seven really did plan Bentley
For my

playing that album from Jodeci, now
This letter to you is a page from a diary of a mad man
My mind been full of madness
I was like nine in Smyrna, Georgia

on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first

(Mason)

Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks
By 15 he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
It's cool though, 'cause

and be blind[02:50.95]Twenty-four seven baby you on my mind[02:54.51](Audio From The Album Cover)[02:57.66]Yo I cannot believe this right now![03:02.00]Oh

If leaving marks is what you're worried about
Have you done your part to have your torch carried
Biggie smalls, over 20 mill sold
Saw 1 album before he

my whip sit twenty-six nigga

Lowkey I'm a heartthrob
And I ain't drop an album yet
I'm something like a poster
Sitting on your girl's wall

I Feel

The Hot Boys

Guerrilla Warfare

1999

superstar
I feel like goin' buy me a new rolex
I feel this album goin' bring a big royalty check
I feel this nigga mad 'cause I fucked his bitch
I feel like