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of finesse
Drinking away my regrets
Hoping you never forget
You're messing with one of the best
Stayed humble to earn their respect
So if you stay puffing your

then giving up your soul
Y'all can't stop me cause I continue to roll
On my Busta Rhymes getting all in ya bootie hole

[Hook]

I have intuition, call it

bothered you, but you ain't honorable
Go unlock your phone and let your wifey come audit you
I ain't creepin' with Mona Lisa, just keeping it cordial

Issa, motherfuckin' Renaissance
I'm tearing down the walls and leading the charge declaring war
Yo, come bring the artillery
Shoot your shot son, but

better now, you'll see
Believe me

Call me by name and I'll stay
Call me your son
Call me each night just like the setting of the sun

Tell me I'm not

praising

Take me away today ill come right back tomorrow
Cuz your girl tied me up so ill come right back tomorrow
We roll tonight to the guitar fight

STARING DOWN THE BARREL
by Andre Andersen
 

Mama told me: “Don´t you hit these streets

That´s the place where all evil breeds

Stay away, do you

Oh mama, please don't worry bout me now
I've been doing just fine here on my own
Well, I found myself a house up by the hill
With clothes out

I'll be there in due time
Until then you can see me squaring off
With all these rappers one by one
Fuck you and your parents
First son
False start
I'm

the lord for sending his only son to take my sins away
As tears shed, I bow my head and pray
On Good Friday
Since the scripture says he created man and woman

away
When shit is popping off like aluminum in microwaves
Unbothered, when they stunts mad callous
Making me the stepping stone, now they bout to lose

passed out

Catchin somethin runny love got Nothin on this numb binge
Snakes in the barrel paralyzed by The dread embibe a flu
Sluggish on a term wish

True Devotion in my motion 
Fuck that hope shit, this 
Written in stone shit
Vince, Carter some coach shit 
Work on top of the stove shit 
These

Is following him

Grinding down the towers of
Primordial misery

Will the skeletal monolith be carried away
By the eyes of my intention?
Will

It was late one night when I first heard the whisper
It said “son don't be alarmed but things aren't what they seem
Your name my friend is Jonathan,

Have you heard the news
Just as prophesied
The Son of God was crucified
He held His tongue
As He bore our grief
So by suffering He brought us peace

by stinging sons in beds
Horus has stopped breathing, his lungs are black – the gift from Set
Thoth gave fluid to the grieving mother, the essence

What is a loss on our plane

is her gain! 

What must be given? 

and therefore, taken? 

To rectify the crimes of man?

that which must be cast away

They say, "Don’t throw stones if you live
In a glass home"
But America is Ritten's house, time
We say, "Good riddance, house"
And rebuild from

a fifty, and give away ye pennies
Not to be trusted, gang busted, and rugged
Tourists Subject to loss so keep your eyes on your luggage
Towns that never

shit coming a mile away 
straight to the point 
aku tak main by the ways
tak penting 
if u lil boys even gotta say 
stick to my ground i dont gotta

chosen She told me, stay out by the way and make
Sure that your pocket's loaded Trapstar lifestyle, bitch, I run it up

I feel like Giannis Bitch, I'm

Hey!

MF Doom

Operation: Doomsday

1999

been to clean shaven
Misbehavin' rap stars need Listamint
Call me Mista Bent, I'm at where your sister went
Intelligent, used to write and be well

Hey!

MF Doom

Operation: Doomsday

1999

been to clean shaven
Misbehavin' rap stars need Listamint
Call me Mista Bent, I'm at where your sister went
Intelligent, used to write and be well