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know they ain't down with the team

It seems like nowadays spitting wack cliches done became a ritual
I quit spitting mine for money nigga and got

A boy on the table
A mannequin
For the study of medicine
The clinical air so thick
Who could ever breathe here

And there he goes followed by his

A girl goes into a bar and finds a foreign land
Strangely familiar though
And she goes up to this guy some jerk at a pink table
Staring into space

was put to sleep in her infancy
Her momma gave birth just for a check, she had the decency
She was raped by her cousin, kept that in secrecy
Found

all jus for My Team
Prolly end up on the News again Case after Case He Fighting
Judge hate Keep money Multyplying
Spend it all up on my Brother's Can't

Got blessed by a gyspy
Got the word from nipsy
You wanna take your time
But keep in mind
That this can all end quickly
This cutthroat game is tricky

Her photo albums on the table
In the kitchen
Some days she can't stop from
Reminiscing
She picks up the one where they're
Kissing
She breathes out

Africa
I stand for your right
And your future
Our economy is been
Mislead by greed
Oh my motherland
Africa
Fight for yourself
And freedom
So children might

enough...

Daddy worked from dawn to dusk...and Mama knew that she could trust...his hand would put food upon the table...
So Mama fried the cornbread,

Flash, LL Cool J
Dr. Dre, Rob Bass, Today it's brought by Lupe

Get your ass up on the floor, I said get your ass up on the floor
Get your ass up

like a omelet
I do this for the people  sorry my people
I'm on my John Lennon shitt my cenotes grinding they grave paid
Pavin a new lane i got jay aim
No

Tell me you love me or say it in your head 
Call by her name I'm leaving your bed 
Forgot my ditto, leave me in a bind 
Red whited out so nevermind

pack up
Like a full stop
We gon' see it 'til the end ('Till the end)
Your girl asked me for a job
I hope she don't blow it (Blow it yeah)
AB ETA dual

Just a show of hands
For the modern man
You can find him in the ground 

Well it's overdue
But it's absolutely fine

And roll me to the table, I

background culture language and race
A light in a world invaded by darkness
A reflection of truth
You break what binds us

The one thing we seek
Our soul's one

the tools she need for rituals so arcane
LSD, and weed, and mountains of cocaine
And on the table carved of bone there is a knife
And the body of a child

She looked behind her
And tried to feel different
But she had drank the river 
And walked away thirsty
She stood by her soul
What fell from the table

you’re happy now
You've been living off your daddy's dime
You headed out to California
Just to wait for him to die
I’ve been thinking about your laugh
I

the estate where my children a play
7 carrots on the finger of the one i call""Bae""
Looking for an acre i can farm and put the tasters
Investing in the land,

No rest for the authentic

Always in the wrong box
Always on the wrong shelf
Always in the wrong line
By being myself
They're gonna eat me alive
Here

up all in a row
Side by side, he sits them at his table

I bet he's memorized those words printed on the side
God knows that man has read those lines

1st Verse (JK1 The Supernova)

See you blinded by race, when the issue is class 
peep the elite, steady getting this cash 
making these plans son,

HERE COMES THE FUN

TRUST FUND BABY:
WAITING IN A LINE TO CHARGE MY PHONE
WISHIN I HAD SOME MONEY I COULD CALL ME OWN
BOUNCIN AROUND AT A TABLE FOR ONE

stopwatch
Shey na step by step, omo nothing spoil
Only shortcut I had was on my laptop
No p, I was made for this
Real life no be make believe
State of mind