Life was just gym and the ladies, so it all seemed I was thinking on how I could make the Old Navy look like Abercrombie, that was the hot take like the “have you heard” though I was still a little zombie.

Schoolyard  Roy Jones was knocking jackets off in the cross, with the cross, never crossed me what all of that was for r-e-s-p-e-c-t, T-H-P-S on Mr. A’s Macintosh computers. That was always sticky had to practice my maneuvers staying cool while getting screamed on was no joke. here comes detention, in house, ECT. just a baby boy trying to be a bloke.

See, that was Gompers but at the rest I was happily snoopy at the feet of mother dear, heaven was close as hell I couldn’t tell as long as the bodega accepted EBT. my mom quit her job said she ‘didn’t like the way they were treating me’

I’m thinking she stupid. “Arrows don’t matter you’ll never love the 9 to 5″ said Cupid. that shit won’t light your fire, those past dues won’t either. in comes the candles and electric stove in the bill collector knows but will freeze a family to death for that income. He’s now the bone collector. Gasworks knows that it’s winter 35° mid December. Love thy neighbor is just a proverb.

Me and my brothers straddled the divide between storebrand and the battlefield so long we forgot where we fell but as long as the Xbox was kicking we was kicking back, comedy specials, we special handled London bridge so well.

Where is the Innovation of the Nobel winners when families have a hard time eating. Mom was messing with the homegrown trying to be a artisan while me and my brovs was all partisan. I was Wu-Tanging as Jay Swiff. Retrospectively a method to man the confusion, practicing flares in my living room.

Too young to be in the party kid getting real naughty all for a little Wally or bump and grind, then bumped and grind back to my pad only to learn we got evicted. That swift kick to the ass, 5140. Always a race on the strip.

2009, 5140 (prod. by Bombay)

vortex

It's all emotional,
I've been fucked up since the race begot,
Of course i'mma winner. Crack your egg, for naught,
Got Mines scrambled, bigs to my brethren on the sunny side, 
word bond, streets, god, they almost got my brothers praise due willed away from being fatally confronted noted I was the first dun who done it
I aint seen enough to be smart yet, body blows, sebi words and tropeau blue via cortex, what's more crucial a slice is boars neck, heads for the tails,
Felonic criminal with trails, snails pace,
Protect your interest before it's monetized by mr corvette,
Vested in blues reds and golf days, cause golf pays,
Sirens amplify, ironsides genetic makeup,
Only 
three things for sure,
Paycuts, Tax Evasión, and the lace fronts 
Illusion of inclusion
Could make a Ivy League nigga insane, no thing,
It's Hegelian said the Ethernet scholar he could make out the truth, proof is mutually exclusive.
Wise said the absence of evidence, is not the evidence of absence,
 ABSTINENCE


Every solution is a problem

Stand in piss test for the family

My heart doesn't skip a beat

Stonehenge

Soma

Tennis ball in the spokes

I know you can feel the heaviness of my spirit when you close

No Norman Manley, crush your girl like awe playing for the Stanley,



The sugar cane got me like a smack head,  Trying to  Carry the m, like the dub in your URL. You all smell of Pinocchio and overcooked choch
I ransom the tote over the shoulder, with a couple graphing tools in case I ever want to reanimate, candidates? the democracy been a republic, at the summit, they democratize, three cinnamon atop The apple pie

Spike the water with chlorophyll,
Cleansing the tomb, BM's got magnificent fumes,
Its only sorta ill when you rendition,
Hone your mind, before it's stole, must be always paranoid to always be on go, 
BB for business moves, I'm really proud,
No stink, no sting, nothing to camouflage the intent,
Manipulate your bride off the cake, Then return the goods, realized she fed already off of the eight,
Infinite loops of misnomers and misunderstanding,
Searching for misunderstanding and the cherubs,
No ask demanding, too much oil in the skillet,
Irons in the tinder, wires from the senders,
To be hobbling the skills, polymaths, paragraphs for hobbyist with ills, tired of lobbying for real, isn't it expected

Chlorophyll

Happy

Don't ever touch my name, 
Spill the hardest with the cup full, disgruntled,
Simple minded confuse me while I try to recreate,
Disrespect the Lord name, place my efforts in vain,
That's too much for me to ever maintain, a level head, too exoteric to give you a pass, might laser point you, inconsideration will get you no trial,
No dial, no dice, he killing or he maxing, one through six, liable. 

Viable to never hit you again.
Missing your sense,
Back you down like Abe,
Ig honeys, twitpics with the fade,
Promenade through the motions,
Some times my distance from the notion,
 almost drive to me cry, 
No reply, to the message I sent,
Love is all around, despite it's not mine,
New chapter same book, brusslesprout Chocolate game took too long,
I'm straight you should move on,
Pieces


*Cut because it didn't have a jumper*

Do I care too much, some material gratification made me, thirsty for more, before I was content with my aspirations, before I was content with crumbs, and I shouldve be because I don't need more,ive been down and out for the last year and change, asking for the change, counting every penny, many men, die over death, just bought a car I don't feel anymore special maybe it's not supposed to do that. I know that it's not but my mind is trying to ignore what it knows.



The reestablishing of rhyme scheme,
The mind streams, triumph, and pain,
Educated myself on the techniques,
To bring forth the best,


The more know you have the better you spill,
The better index the better the feel, same fortune that turned good to ill,

Pieces

I walk around chest high I've been told, 
I blame your padre, you got your nose to your soles.
And your soles you only copped for the right brains,
The right thing was to turn left on the transients,
My soles speed past shenaynay,
While you in onyx with your nae nae,
I punta cana, with the dominican merengue,
The hips do lie, they might conceal the colt,
Only luck could get you and your big as head out that jam,
The A Section like a C section, only bars,
The latinas love the blacker berry,
As if it's all business, business class on the transatlantic,
Romantic with the katana, rose in the mouth,
Thorn poking,
In place of the token toke,
Only thing smoking is the a1

This that rap for smart scholars that don't know much,
Brothers try to be alike, hoping to find an a alike, 
But steady dusting off the breezys,
Only way they face the moon is the female judge served subpoena,
Or solar eclipse, 
I rock steady like the 80s or the medievals,



The fuck you doing riding the luxury tinted,
You asked nicely for the the fuzz,
What's the buzz around this lil scrawny broke ass nigga,
Doing it as a joke ass nigga,
Don't call me a nigga ass nigga,
Solitude and solemn don't cope ass nigga?

Freestyle shit

Tricky

From World Renowned Singer-Songwriter, Justo.
Alt Titles:
My Dear Melancholy
Falling Into Love
Are You Happy?
The Green in Us

FROM THE ALBUM: THERE'S A STRANGER IN MY HOUSE SWEATING PROFUSELY

This is really solid though. First time I've recorded and it sounded as if i didn't use an empty soda bottle.

Love Into Falling

The rumors are true:

I DO,
LOVe,
U

I'm not in loVE

As monotonous as ever

Produced by Atu of Super group, SONDER.
Arranged additionally barely by a black man.

Pvoha, the Blue

describing problems in a relationship. turbulence. turbulence makes one reflect, this is a reflection on my relationship up to this point. I address problems in a manner to eradicate it, so i usually retell and come upon the problem with greater clarity. 

I started from our first meeting, and explained why i desired less communications, and nexused our problems to TITLES.

soaked

describing a new relationship and the infatuation piece, and the blinding beginnings of hope. Relating the occurrences of this relationship amongst my entire life or attributing things to myself.

Cadence

a song on death and a relationship with one plagued with it. and that inability to truly provide resolve and the discomfort that puts on the observer being the observer is intrinsically a solver.

Flowers

Ibiza

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