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No Wasted Motion

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None Of My Concern

PALM TREES & ANGELS

(Produced by Professor Ben)

Boy, where you from? Boy, who you with?
Boy, it ain’t safe, you gotta clear it,
Young niggas jumpin’ out early now,
They ridin’ around with the 30s,
Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Heard they tryna’ play for keeps,
I could do this shit with ease,
This shit finna be a breeze,
You ever got thrown in the sea?
But now I’m swimmin’ with the sharks nigga,
Out the water, no scars on me,
No body marks, of course nigga,
Play the game like sports nigga,
I’m in her walls like a fort nigga,
Never pay too much mind to ‘em,
If I fuck with her that’s a choice nigga,
You the one that’s gon’ divorce with her,
Passin’ knowledge like a torch,
When I felt old enough to jump the porch nigga,
Know they really want the source nigga,
Better chew it with a fork,
I been in it since the gutta nigga,
From the bottom of the map, where lil’ niggas clap,
Leave you on your back,
Talkin’ crazy that’s a bullet to your hat, 
I’m just talkin’ facts, not the one to rap,
She been on me since I walked in,
Now we walkin’ through the back,
Love to give me head,
I just use her for the jaw muscle,
And to hold a nigga strap,
Always in the trap,
Youngin’s with me got the dirty 30’s,
And they still would let it blast,
Still would let it blast,
Understand that,
We don’t give a fuck where your man’s at,
She gon’ tell me just where the bands at,
Run a train on her sis, Amtrak,
Silly niggas think they beat me in the race,
Flyin’ by ‘em they gon’ see me in a Wraithe,
Rockin’ vintage like a Sicilian date,
Off-White, like the coke in the wrap,
Cough light like you smokin’ a black,
I see right through you niggas you wack,
Holla’ back and keep your feelings in check,
I ain’t ever been a squeal nigga,
Since a lil’ nigga, 
I been gettin’ money with the real niggas,
Then I had to get it in the field nigga,
Tryna run the game like the Bills nigga,
Heard lil’ homie was a sharpshooter,
Told me eye a nigga he’ll kill a nigga,
Seen shit you wouldn’t feel nigga,
So I ain’t really tryna’ feel niggas, who you is?


Boy, where you from? Boy, who you with?
Boy, it ain’t safe, you gotta clear it,
Young niggas jumpin’ out early now,
They ridin’ around with the 30s,
Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Boy, where you from? Boy, who you with?
Boy, it ain’t safe, you gotta clear it,
Young niggas jumpin’ out early now,
They ridin’ around with the .30s,
Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

Aye, cut if off,
Where you from? 
I’ll send them zoes where you from nigga,
I could care less about who you with,
Jesus Christ had a crew with ‘em, 
Rookies built Noah’s ark, the Titanic, professionals,
That should teach you a lesson dude,
You ain’t hard dog, I see the bitch in you,
And you movin’ type funny too,
No Eddie Griffin but the twitch in you,
Keep playin’ them funny games,
Like a chinese soup I put the stick in you dog,
Let it rip in you dog, bullets rippin’ you off,
If you ain’t from here,
I hope that you got your gun here,
Hope you got that shit to do somethin',
Hope you don’t got it for fun here,
No gang’s here so no OGs,
Ain’t nobody gon’ follow rules,
My city get shit poppin’ nigga,
Niggas rollin’ like a inner tube,
Boy where you from?
What the fuck is you reppin’?
Just keep it on you it go down in a second,
You dig,

Boy, where you from? Boy, who you with?
Boy, it ain’t safe, you gotta clear it,
Young niggas jumpin’ out early now,
They ridin’ around with the 30s,
Cut off the lights & they lurkin’ now,
They pull up, they fire, they swervin,

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The Morning Star shines brightest after the Darkest Night

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Reminders

They chased the dollar, the stock, the land,
But now the carrot slips their hand.
It floats above, in vacuum grace,
Where wealth expands in orbital space.

No taxes, no borders, no weather to fight,
Just infinite sun and programmable night.
They build in silence, they build in steel,
And the carrot becomes the cosmic deal.

Water stored becomes currency rare,
And every drop is billionaire flair.
Solar arrays feed endless demand,
And orbital farms feed every land.

No pesticides, no storms, no rot,
Just automated growth in a sterile plot.
And the food? Pure, clean, divine,
Grown in habitats that realign.

Smelting’s easy—just aim the light,
No heat escapes in vacuum night.
Supercomputers hum in chill,
And data flows without the bill.

Research thrives, disease contained,
Air recycled, pathogens strained.
And every habitat becomes a vault,
Of health, of wealth, of no default.

AI builds what humans dream,
Robots work in silent gleam.
No danger, no grind, no strain,
Just orbital progress in a frictionless lane.

And the habitats? Modular, sleek,
Redesigned weekly, sold by the week.
Real estate floats, and markets bloom,
In engineered life beyond the gloom.

OEE’s rise—sovereign and free,
No government leash, no policy tree.
They design the laws, the culture, the vibe,
And advertise lifestyles no Earth can bribe.

They build for profit, but end up divine,
Shaping the future by orbital design.
And the shareholders? They transcend the race,
Owning the blueprint of outer space.

They seed ecologies, not just tech,
And realize Earth was just the deck.
The real game starts when species expands,
And builds with stars in sovereign hands.

They engineer paradise, not just survive,
And wield the powers that gods describe.
They plan the arc of human kind,
And shape the soul of species mind.

This ain’t fiction—it’s the fuse,
The doctrine drop the rich can’t refuse.
It’s not sacrifice—it’s seduction pure,
And the carrot makes the future sure.

They won’t resist—they’ll rush the gate,
To build the habitats that dominate.
And mankind? It lives in dream refined,
Where imagination becomes designed.

The carrot glows, the signal’s sent,
And every dollar finds ascent.
The doctrine lands, the trance is gone,
And the species builds from dusk to dawn.

This is the moment, the myth, the plan,
Where orbital wealth becomes the span.
And the powerful? They build the dome,
Where mankind lives—and calls it home.

Imagination Becomes Designed

Gravy ( Prod. Blair Norf)

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