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Perfect Imperfection

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi, Vol. 2: Gangsta Grillz

2014

everytime I get high I watch the time pass by like away we go
Is it ok to cry when you're dying inside?
Seem like codeine is the one thing that help take my

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Redemption

Redemption

2003

surrounded by his books
A serious, lonely and sad old man whose youth has passed him by

And Jim and Will conspire
To ride the carousel
Could set their souls

faces of tasteless racists
This is basic training for most black men
Whose hymns sound like summer nights south street freestyle cyphers
Where we spit

Phone

Call you up
Call you up
I wish I had some self-control
But damn I don't


Is it just me
Lying awake at night
Is it just me?
Whose chest feels

a torment for a man
Whose beliefs are taken by the fear

Souls filled with total apathy 
Hearts don't feel at all
Love is dead
Feel too much afraid
To live

sick
Instead of care about it
You'd rather recite fake statistics
You're justifying the deaths of the innocent
I've been partial to distraction
I can't

Breaking up a fight of indecision
Or I let it play
Whose to say what I can figure
Building up the walls of consecration
Hope I let them stay
In some

Day in America

Sun Kil Moon

I Also Want to Die in New Orleans

2019

like, "Damn, this piece of music is genius"
And he said
"Well, like I said, it's this left-handed thing in the style of Bill Evans"
I said, "But Donny

oh
  
Woke up this morning
God damn I'm high
Guess it's my calling
To be born and fly 
Hennies by my side 
Ladies by my side
If I ever slip and fall

Friday it's after school 
No need to face the rules
When I get home and see
No one to follow me
Walking around
I'm just a clown whose face is blue

I

now
Stay where you stand please
The plug is a hitmaker
The boi is an athlete
This is a goldmine 
You diggin' my whole team
That is a 'never make it

erosion
And I sit back and let it happen
Cause you can't put a muzzle on

Earth is a speck in the eyes of the sun
Whose existence is deafening
It floats in

Skew It on the Bar-B

OutKast

Aquemini [Clean]

1998

spittin' all that bourgeoise, my watch, my car
I'm a star, I'd rather be a comet by far

Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumpin'

can realign
I know love is in my design because
I treat my worst demons so kind
Intoxicated by the lunacy I call it moonshine
Getting out of line in my

Straining to carry the weight of my brain like a genius
Knowing I'm sowing seeds, let's see whose thumb is the greenest
If I said "I mean it", I did it

and disgusted
Can't even kick a rhyme
About yourself properly listen man
I'll show you why you ain't topping me
Epitome of levelheadedness
Whose concern is how

and the fam
But all I got is fake friends
And now I'm a broken man
Whose life has a broken plan
How can I feel so alone
But be surrounded by so many devils?
I

and the fam
But all I got is fake friends
And now I'm a broken man
Whose life has a broken plan
How can I feel so alone
But be surrounded by so many devils
I

place is
A criminal in the eyes of a racist
Claiming they gon' make America great again
Tell me how that start by hating men
That did nothin' except try

hope to die
The poor ones whose only wish is for a satisfied mind

People with misaligned chakras whose hearts are shallow
People who really need to face

whose grammar hammers the hard shit
Into your heart with content, yo, who wanna start with?
Expert, Bad and Evil is comin' soon
MCs get stuck, head

the minds of men, and read by them on earth:
"How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses

u don't know by now

Only one whose ever gonna stop me
Is GOD
Know what I mean
And me & him 
Shit, haha, we on good terms
Yea

If it ain’t me then tell me whose it gonna be 
And if not you then tell me what I’m gonna do
It’s fight or flight and I ain’t good at ever pickin