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excelling past expectations
The story is simple as our life pages turn
From our journey of passion may your conscience mind learn
(Te Awanui)
Untarnished

This that new edition
This that micheal bivins
This that track that make you think
Bout the way you livin
This that time I'm leanin on the rock
Up In

Gimmie the Mic

Trae

S.L.A.B., Vol. 3

2006

blocking sperm
They gon learn, I can make it till where they wet as a sherm
My game straight as a perm, they never gon see it coming
Unless I be in

song, ramble on a track, my style like a vagabond
Uncool kid trying to tag a long, but I'm bad to the bone like a Shaggy Dog
Rap a lot, chi so hot I put

scissors and I choose to rock
I treat the microphone just like ma first born
Respect and I show a lot of love to it
You learn a lot when you listen to this

and subtle trust
It was a sunny day just me and you
Chilling by the pool or jacuzzi
She used to rock a two-piece
Now I'm with my foolies
Rolling up a doobie

By any means necessary
We built the country up, we'll burn it down
I say violence is necessary
Violence is a part of America's culture
It is

but prefer to wear my street clothes
Don't rock with Bobby Brown unless we're talking all about the millies 
Getting overpaid for years as if I'm

giving up
Thorough thoughts and some trust
It was a sunny day
Just me and you
Chilling by the pool
Or jacuzzi
She used to rock a two piece
Now I'm with my

of the rock or the needle
And no perks for jerks if they acts and words don’t put in the work for the work of Kool Herc
Cause then I see you as a systematic

song, ramble on a track, my style like a vagabond
Uncool kid trying to tag a long, bad to the bone like a Shaggy Dog
Rap a lot, chi so hot I put Kakarot

and bitches with thongs
Up they ass crack table dancing hood rats pyromaniac on the
Track i burn the wax learn the walk backwards 
Kounterclockwise

shit is tragic
Im pumpin this track up
With some of this crack I produce
In the back of the booth like magic
Up in my room with this chick
Nothing to do

rock Roc jeans 'cause my knots so thick
You can learn how to dress just by
Checking my fresh,
Checking checking my fresh
Checking checking my fresh

see the bleacher
Vibin like I learn from the preacher
Riding down the block with the reroc
Every time I vibe in the city
Got me feeling like I'm Diddy

dick
Till she sick
Like green eggs and Ham
As she started moaning I yelled "SAM I AM"
Get with the program
This is a remix by Z God and the man
G with

cultivated by what you conclude's right to fuse 
with your review of true fact 
in the moment and that, 
taken aback on track, 
change is abstract, 
clichés

heritage and honor its another h 
never found my place til I put my anger to the page 
took a while longer to learn how to lose my rage 
want to know what

And if I lose my voice I still got beats there on my desktop
By now it's not a choice cause they be bugging for the next drop
The only time she raise her

nowadays that old field is replaced by an expensive box
what would it be like to go back in time and pick the locks
tell em to kick rocks go listen to hip

told I'm sick?
I want suck all dicks?  Deadass?
I'm the fat oak time goes by,
No matter what ever you try
I'm the rock sis I don't cry
I'm so rich peace

tracks now you sense the truth

Call me Poseidon the way I got them frozen
Sub zero ripping spines out in the open
Until someone walks by and decides

this in a loft top floor wit the view 
If u fucking wit a loser u gon learn how 2 lose 
I ain’t playing by the rules 
Streets taught me how 2 move 
On my

Red, white, black, and brown holy ground
Where we come from where we go back down
Its soil and rocks turned by hand
Five generations making a stand