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respect
I got no time for hating
I always keep 'em in check
I'm on the grind like Eddy
I don't compete with the rest
But the truth of the matter
Is that if

flipped two samples, now the homies call me Madlib
Don't ever look me in my face, this ain't no stupid shit
Pull out the grip and let it go until I hear

brother fought the state in two counties
On house arrest they give a grown man a bed time
My big brother signed for 10 years papers
But they really wanted

coochie in the booth
By my lonely, cause you niggas givin' boring
All guts and no glory

Oh, they be talkin' shit
Boo-hoo, a sad story
They should probably

They made the two alters
And Elijah said,if your god be truth
Let him rain fire from heaven and consume his sacrifice
Whosever god brings fire from

has left you)
Now the final hour, cross the final line
Life will end, but there is no end to time
(There is no end to time)
Call upon your Gods, beg for

losing its force
Meditation makes it worse
2 years then I can move on
From fears I'll never out run
These tears they form an outline
Made clear by my

doin' sittin' in jail?

Ion't wanna hear no goofy-ass story or no jokes
Whatever, green-dot your ass and get poked
Keep on playin' with the sting team

Quality Control

Cut Chemist

The Litmus Test

2004

explode
Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old
Many styles we hold, let the story be told
Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control
So let the beat

sad
Wanna go tit for tat bitch I lost two dads
No shoulda coulda woulda shit or wishin what you have
I got a mental wall n buffer seems to never lag
No

on crack, I've seen a mother beat up by her daughter[03:24.41]And some honest to God truth y'all, very long my great-great-grandfather was murdered over

Tank Dogs

Fiend

Shell Shocked

1998

niggas

I won't limit the truth, I roll with killers and dealers
From the 504 we be some tank dogg niggas
50 dollars for show, so nigga respect my mind

Gentrified? Watch the choppers in the skies
No supplies, devils in disguise
Spinning stories on my people's lives
Standing by while they just letting us die

(This is like, a story of, deception, reality, truth, and redemption..)

Verse 1:
Arranged the hit, straight gangster shit,
Got his whole routine

on the move
Unwritten love story
I can't make it up
Cup after cup
I drop on the floor
Stabbed me in the back
You done caught my slack
So I spit my truth

The truth, even wen I be fussing in the booth
There's no clues man they keep it 100 with u
Like how the stacks be blue or like is fifty times two
This is

missions
My lines are a comin' of age story bar mitzvah
And they wonder why I seem distant
Cuz the pain and the truth make me speak different
On my pace see

marvelous exhibit, that spits shit
This a personal cold-hearted vendetta against
Every rapper out there cucking and making no sense
Blinded by the light, you

do you know
Looks like you sold it
For a point two of blow
And when your cards unfold
There's nothin' but stories told
Ain't got the heart of an MC

tighten your lace
Fuck it, what is the point? There's no where you can run, huh!

Sitting in a room by myself everyday
Writing out my life, my regrets

family don’t love me
Got me wanting to die
This shit is ugly
The way that they just told me a lie
But to tell you the truth
It was over even before we

workin on our very own song
This go out to ma day 1 cuz ma nigga ain't never do me wrong
So by the time we done
You gon see what we have been on
Like
I

says rejoice

So no tears should fall

You gonna worship The Lord

Or you gonna complain

Either you go by The Spirit 

Or those thoughts in ya brain

Of shaky stillborn silence and misty memory mind
Never ending stories I could
Just leave behind

But it's no time to regret
to measure or too weigh
I'm gonna