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Tyler, The Creator, HodgyBeats, Domo Genesis, & Earl Sweatshirt (Prod. by Nottz)

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Nastradoomus

Hate Me Now

recorded deez underdabunk.



there are a few english assignments in here.

why I rap

is this life?

Keep it flowin’, keep it flowin’,
Don’t stop, don’t slow,
Keep it flowin’, keep it flowin’,
Life move just roll

at work tonight, I ain't taking the mask off
might Take Acid and throw on the mascot
run around the street like a freak deep searching for weed
Ripping off my head, scared a kid, Now my grade an F

and the F stands for fuck the rules, and fuck school
I could fuck the world, if I stood atop a stool
got suspended for ascending, guess I'm just too cool
now I’m building from the fall, still defy every tool

the way that I elevate, I defy to gravitate
drop another tape, anybody wanna celebrate?
drop the time of day, I'm timeless, I'm never late
built from my mistakes, impossible to replicate

Every flaw’s a stroke, I’m a statue in motion,
pain carved me clean like devotion in stone,
took chips to the soul, made it pure, made it golden,
I shine through the cracks, and I just kept it glowing

Keep it flowin’, keep it flowin’,
Don’t stop, don’t slow,
Keep it flowin’, keep it flowin’,
Life move just roll

Keep it flowin’, let it roll,
Ain’t no stoppin’, that’s the goal,
Every hit I took a toll,
Still I step and that’s control.

Yeah, I'm the man with a plan for myself
the pain taught game, now I move in with stealth
I might talk cheap, but the work speak itself
and I don't make beats, that's bad for ya health

I still don’t sleep, I’m stuck in my head,
thoughts loop beats while I lay in my bed,
dreamin’ of peace but I’m chasin’ the bread,
every move I make, I gotta keep that edge

Spotify still thinks that I'm seventeen,
same loops, same moods, same dopamine,
I’m scrollin’ for growth in a glitched machine,
I Create what I don't find in a worn-out scene.

every click feel sacred, a monk in the wax,
my underground sermons play deep out the cracks,
no playlist hits or label-fed tracks,
I want soul talk, where the pain relapse.

Relax, I'll re-rap and Increase the climax
read raps, and eat snacks
I lean back and mean that.
clean tracks, no feedback,
I Dream stacks, i need that
fiend rap, like bean bags
I scheme maps, in ski mask 
relapse of Blue banded cash
like the bruise on her kneecaps

Keep It Flowin

C+ in Botany? What The Fuck.
I cant do anything right.
except for write.

bit of a bite, But I've never been the botanist.
C's get degrees, less talk from the optimist
please in my prime so I feel just like I'm optimis
In reality it's really quite the opposite

up in that community college, no hot commodity
I go from a stoner to getting knowledge 
all you wannabe is nothing 
I'm here to turn my nothing into something

rapping in my bonnet it's a bucket hat
studying my sonnets, where's the money at
pleasure in my noggin at a 10 
when i'm spitting hot lava-man (B

babbling dyslexic with a flow that shocks collar
hectic dialectic when I spit like top scholar
smoke until I'm elder barly living helter skelter 
in the back in my mind a bomb shelter

I'm a Hip-Hop-Scotcher
with crisscross posture
- - No Rick-Ross
but I big boss proper

the Hip-Hop-Scotcher
I'm the Hip-Hop, Hip-hop-

bald head girl in my phone and I blocked her
all dead soul lost home, call a doctor
Heard about trains that are parked up in proctor
Learned about the brain not the heart, psychologic

what's your biggest motivator? 
I'm self-determinated
CCC big words abbreviated
connection, control, and competence
anything I do, Yo, i do it with confidence
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I'm like a mailman the way I deliver
-
a rusty nail how I'm sending a shiver
doing damage to your mental
like the liquor to liver
or the pen to the paper
or that girl you remember
you can never forget her
but you never stop trying, and trying
you'll never remember

What It's like to be yourself anymore
you're out the door to the drugstore
looking for more, you want to die
So you get high, smoking the time
until your grey, you erode in the haze
and lose face at your mom's place,
now everyday is another day
waiting to waste
you run away trynna find your find faith
and your lost eighth
tell me what your mom would say

now tell me what would God think?

of the Hip-Hop-Scotcher
with crisscross posture
- No Rick-Ross
but I big boss proper
I'm a Hip-Hop-Scotcher
with crisscross posture
- No Rick-Ross
but I big boss proper
The hip-hop scotcher
with crisscross posture
- No Rick Rock 
but I big boss big boss big fuck fuck fuck meeee

oh my god




why I rap

LEWRAYY

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