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Pulled up to the club with a bad bitch that's a lie I pull up solo, looking for a girl who can call me a rascal scoundrel like Han Solo
And I popped up on a mojo I gave those to my whole team, motivated moves in the dojo I chop blades all on this green
And I been serving, and I been grinding, and I been lying to my bitch, and I been murking, and I been cyphing, and I been pumping out those hits
And I been West side ain't no witch, run out to Bed Stuy for this chick, she come with me to the studio give brain while I write this
I gotta go hard for the culture, I give no fucks 'bout the paper, a Marxist who's in favor of drugs sex and fairer wages
Okay the Pharaoh pays us but still these chains enslave us , I take a line of blow and blow back in they fuckin faces
This shit is so outrageous, I rage off all of these cases, face it y'all been stuck in basic thinking it's so contagious
My pace is not to be trifled, I ran a mile in my brand new Adidas, this shit is not no Filo
Put that in your file, that's a tip off to the FBI, if I go to trial I'm a Jew so my attorney Milo
My though my nose like a rhino I go buy blow out in RiNo, white hoes like coke like albinos line it up to make them smile
Line up on hotel bibles we got wine and we got Michael Jackson I suck on her titties take her ass to party city
Her ass is hardly pretty but I'm hardly picky I'm so hard I want to harm her kitty plus I'm barred and off the sticky
She look like Harley Quinn and I'm like Harvey Dent I drove to Denver with her ain't no camping but we pitched a tent
This shit been evident my mentality is magnificent her powers are Maleficent she fill my calendar with dick appointments
Yeah, I gotta get it now I been rocking, I mean Boulder, I don't mean Compton
I flew to Boston, hit up my options, I don't got time for girlfriends or gossip
I don't pay anything, even attention, spun out got my third eye watching
Heh, bitch, they could never come round never contest it, if you invest this bread be breadsticks
Oh shit, I'm an X-Man with Mystique on my dick
Yeah and she got that gorilla grip, I insist
Trying not to hear those gluck gluck sounds on the mic while I'm rapping
Trying to retain my passion
My passion? What's poppin?

WHAT'S POPPIN REMIX

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Writing books, writing raps, writing so much that in fact
I can't eat, I can't breathe, I take medicine to sleep
Take that how you like it I'm just lining up the facts
It ain't for a lack of trying
Watch your back, I'll be creeping with a sleeper hit on wax
Watch the shelf, you can pick me up hardcover paperback
Lay it back, when I get a minute with my baby bad
I ain't seen her in a minute out in Denver
Couldn't hack it in New York felt like my faculties was sacked
The pandemic killed somebody and my building got evaced
Touching down in Colorado, clutching on my mask
Praying that nobody breathed in my direction 
Cab to my parents crib I waited out a couple months
Thought the government would fix it by the time I had enough
But I knew way down inside America was out of luck
600,000 dead, ain't nothing different

PARNASSUS FREESTYLE

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When I pick the weight up I go straight to Vegas
Posting for a minute I been blocking haters
They can't add it up they got no calculators
I was circulating percoset in my purple gators
Purpose on the step, going up that's an escalator
I could give it to you right now but it's better later
Better late than never, my come up is a couple bucks
Shy, a couple lakes dry got me enervated
Got my pistol shaking that mufucka wanna pop
Had to stop,  slow my roll 'fore I make a body drop
But your life is like a stock, only value is the audit
Your body is appraised for what it holds in terms of profit
I been selling off these packs until I pack you in a coffin
It's the place where I was raised that turned me over to narcotics
I was cocky thought I was a little piece of hell in my shell toes
But I had to, just to sell those
Keep it ha-ha-ha-ha-hot, bubbling up in the pot
Got 'em lining up the block, saying sign the da-da-dot
I don't want your fucking deals, I don't need your fucking help
I got here all by myself, this is how I build my wealth
But I cannot be a capitol the house of bondage breaking
All the backs, of the laborers the slavery of wages
In the trap, we was giving out free samples of the OC
You don't know me till you OD sorry brodie need some groceries

[BRIDGE]
She say she from New York (break her off a piece)

Break It Off

Break It Off Freestyle

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I got the rar file, that zip, know I got the Word file, that clip
City of the Broncos, that lawnmower, that loudpack in my spliff
I'm like Tom Sawyer this raft float it's like root beer on my wrist
All my dudes queer and my girls queer and my fucking cat is gay as shit
Raising hell I was raised well but I sure forget my manners quick
Little juice in me just gin Remi like Gin Rummy on Boondocks
Baby want to fuck so I got in plenty I was butt naked in my tube socks
All pretty her ass up and she brought a friend and made 2 watch

I done had a smorgasbord of pornographic thoughts, word to Mac Miller I got temperamental thots
Then I got a hoard a court of elemental rocks, that is what I call assorted pills I wanna I pop
I will never give a single quarter to a cop, I will only give a half a zip a Iggy Pop
Lemme count that little piggy circling the block, squeal on the rack or go fuck on a frog
Like a lump on a log or a hump on a hog you a bug to my Pumas hakuna matata
Soothing the water the fashion the Prada the man or the monster I master the mobster persona
I leave your bitch in a dick induced coma, she love the smell of it yeah the aroma
She love the size of it call that a bonus, I got emotion

Trap god of the psychedelic, gel tabs of that L let's get it
Vision fractal infinite it's probably why I'm god damn prolific
Bulleit burboun in my cup, mixed a dose of morphine in it
Baby girl come say what's up cause we don't come down we go lifted
Profane like a curse, propane on this verse
Ain't no god controlling this Earth, this is brain chemistry church
Slow it down, Xanny work, burner phone, Nextel chirp
Pull the plug, choke my slut, pay the plug for all I'm worth

Never could hit equilibrium I'm either gone or I'm tryna get back again I break her back out and break out the ambien, I am a stag, not a Baratheon
Take a look at the people I'm damaging, look at the flows that I'm mastering, look at the pages I'm passing around to my publishers that got 'em panicking
So they could never be holding me down, I'm not a king I spit all on your crowns, I just want everything while I'm around, keep my head high and my feet on the ground
Swerving the whip until it's in impound, I am the dirtiest dog at the pound, I like the scent of blood guess I'm a hound, I took the booty nailed her like a mount
That's word to Thugger, boy I'm a problem, she want to fuck on me without a condom
Scratching her up like a panther Wakanda, she off the vodka, white girl problems

White Girl Problems

Dope

Drugs

DUSTY OLD RAPS.

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Lyrics:
Touch down, had to touch down
Had to touch down, had to touch down

Touch down, insecure and off the flight
Pop a Maeng Da and a mango Tesla
I can't take sides, they gon' make me roll dice
If I roll nice, we could roll like Rolls Royce
So it's porno in the studio for all these
She give brain off K in back a brand new Audi
I can't tell how much she really like me but I know she like to party
I'll provide the thrills if you just stay
I know I had to get it get it in, I know I had to get it (I know I had to get it)
I know I had to get it get it in, I know I had to get it (I know I had to get it)
I know I had to get it get it in, I know I had to get it (I know I had to get it)
I know I had to get it get it in, I know I had to get it (I know I had to get it)

We only hang out when we drink, bottles in the sink
Hang out when we drunk, make out never fuck
I could do this every week, if we don't get no sleep
If we don't get no sleep well then at least we got these drugs
I'm a rack it up, I'm a sniff a line up, Patron by the handle go cut the limes up
Crew six deep go read the lineup, private table we skipped the lines up
Fucking empty, I'm so fucking empty, nothing can fulfill me, so I'm staying mindless
I hope that she like me, I hope that she think there's something more than what's inside me (There is not)
She say, "Scribe, we vibing," but I think she lying
I been burnt too many times so now I'm cold and icy
But she tried to melt me

Touch down, insecure and off the flight
Pop a Maeng Da and a mango Tesla
I can't take sides, they gon' make me roll dice
If I roll nice, we could roll like Rolls Royce
So it's porno in the studio for all these
She give brain off K in back a brand new Audi
I can't tell how much she really like me but I know she like to party
I'll provide the thrills if you just stay
I know I had to get it get it in, I know I had to get it (I know I had to get it)
I know I had to get it get it in, I know I had to get it (I know I had to get it)
I know I had to get it get it in, I know I had to get it (I know I had to get it)
I know I had to get it get it in, I know I had to get it (I know I had to get it)

Been hotter than sin, hell should've seen my friends dipping
In a bag of that win, sipping on a syrup or Glen, yeah
Geeked up like a geek, Trek, night crew is on deck, yes
Transport to success, off that synthesizer that X
She pop pills because she feel stress, and she said it made her feel wet
I said girl you know I'm impressed, call up a Lyft and then I got the check
We doing drugs and it's morning again, do this shit every weekend
Why do we lie to each other and say that we're better off if we just stay as friends?
Fuck that, we got business, this coke won't sniff itself up
I bent down like a witness, rack a line off her butt
I was up in her tour bus, said that I wanted the same for myself
She said, "You gotta do that by yourself, you are not good for my mind or my health"

Touch down, insecure and off the flight
Pop a Maeng Da and a mango Tesla
I can't take sides, they gon' make me roll dice
If I roll nice, we could roll like Rolls Royce
So it's porno in the studio for all these
She give brain off K in back a brand new Audi
I can't tell how much she really like me but I know she like to party
I'll provide the thrills if you just stay
I know I had to get it get it in, I know I had to get it (I know I had to get it)
I know I had to get it get it in, I know I had to get it (I know I had to get it)
I know I had to get it get it in, I know I had to get it (I know I had to get it)
I know I had to get it get it in, I know I had to get it (I know I had to get it)

Touchdown

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TOUCHDOWN

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LYRICS:
Sometimes I don't know how to take shit, I don't know what words to use
I'm anxious of all this fake shit, like have you heard the news?
What's the purpose of power, is it just to be abused?
They telling lies about us, bout me and you and you
Who my audience is obviously is some shit I won't assume
But they cocking Glocks and popping at us, this afternoon
Man was not a threat, he played violin for pets
They ain't see an artist just some black skin that meant they could vent
Take him away from all he knew like it ain't nothing to them pigs
That's why I want each motherfucking cop strung up by both their legs
My whole life they told me, "Racism's over homie"
I said no I don't see, why they locked up by police
They even came for Kobe, white people claim they don't see
But I know you do, when you see a black man you cross the street
And when you see a black woman getting bank she's a welfare queen
It's all behind the scenes, what I mean by systematic
is that the system perpetrates racism no matter who has it
who holds it or who controls it, it's baked in
And you don't gotta be a bigot to profit off your privilege
Why are we building walls? We should be burning bridges

Abuse of Power

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LYRICS:Write slow like a rifle with my right eye on the bible
Write slow like a rifle with my right eye on the bible
Write slow like a rifle with my right eye on the bible
Write slow like a rifle with my right eye on the bible
Write slow
I been gunning off and so I come across as kind of brash
Hand the bag, I make you suffer for your succotash
No one match my bars but Killer Mike and Lupe
Got the hang of Tuesday, too late for Tuesday
Been around the block like a cinder, got dropped like Pop did liquor
Never really fit with the misfits but I threw fits, now I throw down hit lists
I had to slap the bag now let me bring it back a bit
Took a shit in your favorite rapper's mansion, and fucked his bitch
Only certain rap fans can kind of handle this
More than a bit ridiculous, ridicule can't hamper this
I got the kind of style make a white bitch at Coachella take her headdress off, protest pipelines on Native land
I am the Stan of Stan's fans, every person with a phone, I call them my cameraman
Turn the camera off before I throw it in the can
You can't monetize my soul, you can't build my fucking brand
I'm the man, I go HAM, cook up eggs like Sam I Am
Y'all done looped a bunch of fruit like you toucans, you too bland
I been banned from the places where they hate for who I am
And I plant my trees in soil that will grow in foreign sand
Why you brag 'bout your money when there's people live in rags
Why you glad, counting what you got like you ain't never lack
I remember all them days when I ain't even pay for gas
Now all I got is this gas, strapping up the fucking mask
I wore that way before we ever had diseases passed
Show up on your block and get harassed, got you snatched
Damn damn damn damn, now I ain't have to go off like that
I ain't have to bring body bags and caskets for you fucking rats
I ain't have to flex so hard on a bitch that she give up that ass
But I do that every day, better get used to that
I been abusing substance, and I got used to that
Bet that you ain't heard a song on which I wasn't trashed
Someone told me it ain't moral, I made someone my ex
Then I got someone new, we do soma and capsules of X
She told me, Scribe, I don't want to admit it but your music's better than sex
Not better than sex with me though, giving up cake like Keto
She let me get in a free throw, ally-oop all on my ego
Leggo my Eggo I'm mentally fucking it up like Eleven upside down
That was a bit of a cheap shot, almost as cheap as your Reboks
I got so many unique thoughts, I got dimensional freak thots
Write slow like a rifle with my right eye on the bible
Write slow like a rifle with my right eye on the bible
Write slow like a rifle with my right eye on the bible
Write slow like a rifle with my right eye on the bible
Write slow like a rifle with my right eye on the bible
Write slow like a rifle with my right eye on the bible
Write slow like a rifle with my right eye on the bible
Write slow like a rifle with my right eye on the bible
Write slow
Send it back, it's been a while
If you're going right back, it's been a while
If you're feeling it right now, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
It's been a while, it's been a long time
Wasted, oh we're wasted

Write Slow

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