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and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They

I got a big blunt full of that oh shit
Weed crumbs cover my right hand
I keep that thang tucked, bet you I won't slip
You keep yours on top of your

me 
Her brain killer, call it third degree
Yeah, your girlfriend wants a word with me
I fucked a bitch up in Japan
But the pussy wet, Lake Michigan
I

Feel Like an Enemy

GZA

Beneath the Surface

1999

the solar system
Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks
Everyday be a court date recorded on tape
Hell Raizah grab the mic

degree and stack your bread
But Jack always wanted to paint the world instead
Gave him a way to defeat the enemies in his head
But it was law or med
His

murder the beat
Keep hitting my tracks on a verbal degree
Kicked outta class for disturbing the peace
Now im tripping on acid and burning my feet
Rocks

Now tell me that, huh
Why you on that bullshit?
You'll get screwed like a driver
Get your tool kit
I'm schooling niggas and I'm
Handing out the rubric

a degree (College)
I'm trying to thirty, my bitch by me, under a palm tree (whistle)
You treat it like Egypt the way you jumping on all these schemes

when I start to think , things will never be the same (No)
So I live by the day for the better ways I change
I engrave that in my brain
Now don't you

the solar system

Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks

Everyday be a court date recorded on tape

Hell Raizah grab the mic

your motion man.
This that de la noche while you eating poke
Now I let my tape rock
This them shoes with no socks
Hot springs we were soaking
Swinging

to all enemies, by your own fuckin penalties
Off with your dome I roam through your war zone with a platoon
full of soldiers with dust bones
Ain't nuttin

brain is a refinery 
The irony of rappers getting famous through bribary
I find that shit hilarious it's all based entirely 
Off another motherfuckers

get clouded by all of the sheep 
Saying that I should have got a degree 
Nothing against it but that's not for me 

Growing up I never wanted to read

Perfect machinery
In permanent instability
In us we trust
In us
We nothing more than dust
Throw your rocks, enjoy the miss
We still divorced from knowing

talkin' 'bout a degree
Trying to catch up to me
Stay in your lane late fee
Your girl sells tummy tea
Dallas rappers is under me
Trying to make bops, you'll

late
Your fantasies you're gonna grieve
Maybe you'll find death a relief
Since you worked yourself to a such degree
Not against griding not advertising

Warrior Chiefs

Buddha Monk

Prophecy

1998

strictly claiming hawk of fame
I'm leaving niggaz we the stain on their brain
Street life, we roll dice and rock diamonds
'cause we shining as we bubble

Jump!
Blowing up like dynamite
My nerf gun got that iron sight
I lock and load like Ironhide
My brain cells lifted, flying high
L.S.D. got me living

before Newton
If we wanted to we still couldn't afford gluten
Momma proved it
A degree is the way out
I'll forever be a student
Even without enrollment

pitch me the rock, I'll hit it out like the Mets
And I'm armed in armor, ready to go to war like the veterans
I'm in my zone, my zone, I know that y'all

pitch me the rock
I'll hit it out like the Mets
And I'm armed in armor
Ready to go to war like the veterans
I'm in my zone, my zone
I know that y'all

the vibrations
Feel the feel the feel the vibrations
Body overtaken shaken shaken
Feel the feel the feel the
So hit the jukebox let your body rock
Tryna see you do

At the centre a star trying to convince me that I am limited
Barbarism, destruction and slavery re-visited
Only got the truth n some rocks yet you act