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That’s when it dawned on me like boy you’re the shit
And everything that you’ve needed has been down in a beat
So I got a job and built a studio
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone,
(yeah)
One cop said, Sir, you're under arrest (ha)
I laughed in jest, assumed he was just showing off for his cop friends
Opened some Chex Mix
"Sir,
cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it
whoa-oh)
Set sail for the soul
I just stay alone all the time now
No worries why you stressed for
I been sitting strong, Ima smile now
(Whoa, whoa-oh)
Set
Switching up positions, no more missionary style
My confession for thee
You're looking at this world, when you hold still, rigor mortis
I been out this world,
What's up you timer when you gone resign
Put a soul food restaurant in yo' mamas name and own your own clothing line
Ain't no tellin'
That's what
a thing-thing
Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng
Fuck ya brains out hold when Al Green sings
When your out cold, bitch steal ya bling bling
You died
cause your
Shallow lakes reflect shades of what's left of your names
I'll run away
I'll mix in with the foreigners
I'll come back when the horizon clears
tracks
I ain't being cocky, I just state facts
Sharper than a katana when I spit
This ain't easy work, I put all my grit
I put all my soul in the songs I
colonise my state of mind you do coy to decoy
But I deeply respect thou SHIA LEBOUF so, I just try to act tough but I don't understand why y'all kiss
your Dear evil conscience tactically Forbid me to speak my truth
But i do have the right to Imply, you belie, on lanai, Colonize, my state of mind
You do
spots from state to state
I'm comin' to town but you just can't wait
Check the station for conversation at six
Blah Uno here to put suckers in the mix
I
a wheelchair
Uh huh
My nigga Yoska
On the boards
This the real spill
Talk to them dun
You remind me of the times when I never lacked on myself
I know your
a microphone like heroin
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
So gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state
highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil
system i done been through pain
How you saying you my dog but you let me hang
You won't get me for my chain i'll blow your brain
Judged by 12 fuck a 6 i
heart, soul full of pride
I am discombobulated, pretending I got it faded
When really I'm in the matrix, looking for neo to save it, and then it's you
Combat autonomy and racing
Symptoms of my generation
The new World order divides product placement
Went to war with creators
Feel restored by my layers
I
Two weeks of scraps with some stitches and glue
You'll hear the magic when my mix tape hits you
Verses attach into mystical music
Perfect my madness
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
you can hold me? You talking silly
Go head play hardball and I'mma swing like a Philly
When I perform bring a coat because it's gonna get chilly
Right
deeper when you're one with The sun
Moon is lit
Night is cold
Blunt rolled
Time is old
The play is bold
Know The soul you sold
I hope you kept something
endured
And if my name fails and holds no weight
You See these shells to the pump, imma buck 12 gauge
I’m
Deep in abyss
I don’t see the light
Please don’t
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