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back the beat again
There's no defeatin' him even when Grim's Reapin' him
That's just the next endeavor 
I'll never be mute 'cuz I contribute 
I'LL LIVE

Walk a nigga down hop out on feet
know it’s by my side when I’m in these streets
Yea I pray to God but I’m not holy
 Stakk Money Hell Gang till I’m

one now
I just knew I would make this shit somehow
When it's real you can't fake it no
Do you think you can take it ohh
You see
I'm inspired by history

when I'm grippin' where the sun don't shine

Why we parking on driveway
Driving on a Parkway
Living life with honor, yeah we doing it the Stark way
Mix

Browns and Blacks get beat black and blue,
When they boys in blue, come through, it's mad true,
It's sad, dude, wrong color and they blast you,
They think

cell I was by myself 
Tuned me right on up like my timing belt 
Now releasing that cracking so you watch what happen when I mix that anger with what I

time I heard my son speak
Was like watching the morning sun peak
When my daughter walk my soul leap
Pillow talk with wonda' woman
Pour my heart out like

I'd bet on you as far as you're thrown
By gnomes with torn ligaments and tissues for bones
Kiss the ring when the capo come home, last of my stones
Were

the beat up incandescent
First I bake it then I bless it let the speakers do the rest
It's refreshing how im coming this was needed in the mix
It's

in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they

home
Ring-ring-ring-ring pick up your phone
It's Slacks calling it's time to roll
All these other guys is nominal rappers
They put beats on words that

you beat the scam. Jealous niggas, Crooked Uncle Sam. Shit ain't sweet some niggas really sleep. It's babies hungry, sisters on the street. Can't write

a blessin', so when she come home, I'ma rub her feet
I pray that pussy shit don't never come and rub on me
She pray that money rub off on her, she tryna hug

to talk to nobody
These niggas too lame
Sick up on the beat
Might as well order me some flu games
See the fire when you feel the kick
It's like it's Lui

Flow dope never cash in out 
Never crashing never passin’ out 
I’ll sleep when my passion for rappin’ 
Got me relaxing and laughing loud

Called the bro code
Why the business better when we move solo
Cah when you bring co D to the table to eat he could eat it all alone and that's So Low 
Why

i got what it takes to get on
Cause if i didn't break by now i'm long gone
I could use some sleep but i'm working so i take a yawn
You ain't even peep

so it's death
By my right hand, if yah step caught a breathe
Like yah diving, Ocean deep with the rest
Ain't no grief cause there's peace when Sleep

quick
When I got home I searched for his CD that was just loaded with hits
Ever since then I been listening to rap like it was the only thing
Now I'm doin

want

Cooking meals and watching movies
I feel better when you home
I feel better writing suicidal letters
When I know that we together

Cause I know I

and a scheme
N the wildest of dreams
Ive arrived on the scene
Im polite when we meet
Impolite on a beat
Grim to fight
On the mic
Its alright
If you shy away from

spilt all that lean
And what's crazy even worse is that you beef over this
All my lyrics on a Beat
Boy, go the fuck to sleep
Two stories up high, you

arms .. it was sent for us...

It was a home for anything really .. to they bitterness..

That's even if we could forget... the faces when it was grim

don’t sleep on these dreams, please
Haven’t phoned home in a while, I’m E.T. to their, their percept’ of me (uh)
But it’s all good, I’m not trying to be