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Flex turned up a level
Young nigga cleffer than a treble
I be rolling tracks finna switch To heavy metal 
I been blowing back just to clear A nigga

I use to imitate the good fellas
Now I want to be the good fella
To help make the world better
We can rise to a new level
Stick to the code by

you in 'til I die
Because you gas me up, so silly
I'm feeling good off a lie

The flames in my eyes
Burn heavy when you smile
But I don't know how long

Ayo
T.U.K
Where the beat
Where the beat
Where the beat
Aye aye aye
Get em
Book me for a show nigga
Promise you ain't goin regret shit
So lit on every

in my pants, heavy trousers
Kneel when I walk in, then dance, I’m power
I’m on
In the night time, I’m a star
It’s the right time for the dome
I see

down
For all of my shit
I don seen so many
Times I don pass
Without the sentiments
I let it go by
Handled my business like
I any man would
Damn it I'm

going down
It's going down
It's going down
You're gonna hear me

Put me in any terrain with harsh weathers
And I'ma survive cuz I'm a go getter
Ride till

oppressed by every hand out
That glorifies the devils charm
Media
Our President ain't got no time
Televised
Operation: Heist your mind
This the red, the white

and the treble hit like a .38 special
A rebel, I live this life just to help you
Don't need a medal, my violet heart on heavy level
Might need a shovel, pick up

different game check the different levels
Its almost like just dance but it's with the devil
They finna break I hit the flower it's a different pedal
We're

the afterglow
And we'll burn so bright 'til the darkness softly clears
Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow
Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow
The weather

just want to dance and do backflips on top of my mattresses on acid
I guess, that's how she turning out so plastic
I'm way past it
This track will go

Thinkin

Suga Free

New Testament [DVD/CD]

2004

prison there's a guard tower
For level ones, level twos and level threes hour after hour
So many memories of struggling with my band bro
'85 counting

trash that's nothing new (woo) 
It's facts I'm in my bag you know I'm on a level
That y'all can't obtain, YV running this wave

Aye, been waiting so long,

That Bush is a robot and so is the First Lady
And the whole lot has sold its soul to the devil

On the level: the Government isn't a necessary evil

it so wild
You call his home
It's radio talks I don't need you by me
You and all your friends can club it up and dance free
I'm leaving you alone

I was steadily pouring like a bubbling brook
When a mumbling rook stepped up
So I wouldn't let up, I left him suddenly shook
I said, while most

I'm just tryna get better
Still got some things on the schedule
Still got some dreams I deem special
Quarantine through the weather
Another level

a hand, worry nevermore
Small wins, it's okay if you celebrate
No shame needing help for the heavy weight
Anything that it takes to keep steady pace
And so

and Fritos, cause we getting cheddar
I'm just getting started and I'm getting better
Yeah we so sick, call it under the weather
I got pussy juice on my brand

wanted to eat
I do my lil dance and only because I get checks in advance
So I understand
Why you been hating on me
If you talk on my name homie coming with

to sever I just cannot seem to weather
And she lighter than a feather overhead her dreamy gaze been playing on repeat forever
Soul tethered
So, so centered

Falcon

Raury

SYRE

2017

You got the cash, well I'm about to come in and embezzle, man
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I put the bass up in your face
And you feeling it

And we'll burn so bright 'til the darkness softly clears
Oh I will hold on to the afterglow
Oh I will hold on to the afterglow
The weather outside's changing