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Life’s a Trip Life’s A b*t*h They Selling Lies To Kids. The world changed overnight what an awkward time to live. (Right) Light the spliff while the smoke bellows, we’ll rise and build, A righteous guild that hustle hard and then divide the mills. Flex on a fake vulture that don't even provide the real. Solid everyday Like (Mike Will Made it) besides the  skills. My testimony marry the culture in matrimony if you got something to say homie then act on it. my style clean like Messi the shots go past the goalie you rap messy like sloppy master your ceremony. (Please) Im busy getting brains from an educator (Hahaha) and she goes all ways like an escalator. (True) that a dedicated 2 Chains line when its game time i demonstrate mines and elevate minds eliminate the fake perpetuate rhymes set a date and time chop em down to size disappear but I party all the time pop up with the nine all about the grind knock out your column catch em like columbine spit the ridiculous a few words to explain what the vision is. fly up so high but keeping in mind the story of Icarus. You're too close to the solar sun with your wax wings. (They melted) You lose focus cause your mind is caught up in all the past things. (unhealthy) Im masking the pain fasting the body, overfeed the brain, make a name and ill last in the game. get money and travel out to space. (Peace) Girls Getting Low to the tone of the bass-line (Drop it) I'm gettin high real blown on face-time (I'm Watching) stuck quarantine really trapped for some peace of mind. I stay Heavily Medicated Work Horse Definitely Dedicated. Premeditated murder from a re-decorated killa With-a different level of gorilla. in em. Armenian Viper (Yah) ima hit em with the venom, you can't really f**k with em. (brrrr) stick em (ha ha ha) stick em. (Raaah) I glide on the beat like I'm on autopilot need a girl like my vehicle low mileage. This my lifestyle Always fly {no stylist}. My mind is iced out b*t*h. i woke up like this. (you still sleep) lucid dreaming got me paralyzed (breaking free) but the revolution will not be televised. (takin a seat) to the money making corporate enterprise (its a disease) and they do not care about taking lives gotta sever ties invest in the mom and pop shops and take back the blocks so the kids could play hopscotch. or break out a cardboard and pop lock or hit the basket ball court and pop shots before the ultimate shot clock is over. no we don’t backdown or fold up shots from the corner Barcelona When we {stop} drop and roll up. you better break dance the Bossa Nova. Good With The Fellahs Ray Liotta. choke a b*t*h out the Brady cobra (What Up Wayne) I been a playa, rap innovator, Real Armenian Emcee The Originator. High as the Himalayas. yea. your synthetic script (Speak on it) is some pathetic sh*t (Its Weak) when me and kinetic spit (Wu-Tang) its a poetic gift (Called Life) my aesthetic drip (its ultra) is a magnetic Fit. boss of the battleship skinny dip with a slim thick chick we abandon ship

I found beauty in the ugliness, crossed a few important things off the bucket list
51/50 with this rap sh*t. The Ides of March time to settle debts &amp; your taxes
The first full moon of the new year on its axis, when Caesar got stabbed in a plot involving Cassius ugh. The data don’t add up, I’m jaded &amp; passed up, because of the love of maybe the lack of. So I’m shady &amp; masked up, securing the bag up, fill up on a half cup, stay outta them handcuffs. You throwing A tantrum, We loading the handgun, got shooters like and one. Fear and loathing while we rollin in Los Angeles. (Yea). The G’s be smokin always holdin something cancerous. (Yea). My drip be glowing still opposing all that glamor sh*t. Golden in a world full of fakes, sloping the averages. (Yea). They scandalous. f**k all the analysts thats talkin slanderous. Avoiding cameras. I’m an amethyst ghost. Rip off the bandages, go. Independent maverick. They still say we savages. But its Unanimous vote that I mastered the flow. Yea I sold drugs &amp; I cut high school. Not always a blessing to be good at everything I do. now i got the right tools from the guidance that I use, keep the energy right but still play by my rules. And I’m one of none. My pops said I’m a son of a gun. (Bang) You just a run of the mill, a dog out a hundred and one. (Dalmatian) You been spotted. (Call Cruella) It’s a vibe wait, no it’s a virus. They, try and divide us, but we, won't sit in silence. It’s Pat the papyrus killer, your highness, God of the underground. You can call me Osiris. Green deity perplexed by your lack of motion, arthritis. I lack emotions inside us. The illest spitter, bronchitis. Look, into your iris &amp; glide like pilots in all cyphers. Got bars like San Quinton &amp; the island of Rikers. That’s west to east. Like an X-Men if you inject the beast. Meaning knowledge &amp; power meet protection &amp; peace. Utopia for never and a day. Eat a edible a day never settle for the same. Always get a better way. Vote pretty boy Pat’ll be the mayor. Yea that’ll be the day. I’ll show you how to be a player. (COD) captain on the slayer (Pro). Let’s say a prayer for those in pain from losing a loved one. The unsung stories they stay absent from, hit &amp; run. The worlds problems and pressures weighing a megaton. Just make sure we never outdone. Secure the outcome
&amp; slide into the future with a pimp walk. No tick tock the second hand glides on my wristwatch (It’s a Rollie) So, quite in my mind, that you can hear a pin drop (meditation). Ready for war and to finally stop all your b*t*h talk. Mis-education of a man in frustration with a soul that escaped from eternal life in damnation. Started from the bottom of the ocean like crustaceans. A Pisces that evolved to a phoenix. What a mutation

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