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Nunya
00:47
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Rhymer Reason
03:04
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Rhymer Reason
I got a reason for the rhyme I’m squeezing outta
And I don’t know a single person but I sees a lotta
Friends and neighbors these pens and papers
Are doing lots of freedom frying French potatoes
So hug the bartenders and go tip the waiters
Don’t miss the disc jockeys oil dipped in faders
It’s sealed with a kiss till they gets the vapors
And Im’ma put my hand out pulling for the coming up
Friend of ME’s and enemies I’m learning Love will sum it up
So touch somebody that you ain’t never met yet
Let that comfort zone go feel a death threat
Cuz the best yet to come and you can bet that
We gonna let that kick drum get the cassette wet
We gonna pray Jesus come until He hit that
Gong let the song play on and Im’ma spit that
Chorus:
Thank you. You’re welcome
You can tell them. You can tell somebody that
Thank you. You’re welcome
You can tell them that I made it for you
Thank you. You’re welcome
You can tell them. You can tell somebody that
Now is the time for the rhyme and the reason
Thank you for listening brethren and sistren
For paying at the door at the show and the Discman
We all in the family though some of us distant
And some of us close the Holy Ghost know that this can
Bring us all together like we never even left it
Keeping us forever whether entering or exit
We’re one backseat in the carpool lane
One people one goal man we’re one in the same
We might be 2 of a kind but we gonna be three’s company
4 in the fire 5 deepspace lovely
6 teen bars in a 7 layer dip
Figure 8 paper mate in a penmanship
And 9 lives for them phat cats trying to bring that back
My dawg’s 10 strong knowing right where the rap’s at
And that’s that Ziontific is the Mountain
And yeah I know the math but who’s counting
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3. |
No Angel
03:45
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No Angel
Chorus:
I am not an angel but I brought a couple with me
I can’t see them with my human eyes but let’s just put this simply
I see them in my darkness
Hear them when my heart hits
See them in my flaws
Hear them in my song
And they’ve been there all along
All along
Verse 1:
Turn up the heat man I doubt the flame’ll
Burn the fourth one in the fire angel
Been rolling deep since the days of Daniel
Hearing God’s voice in a talking camel
Come off the head like Mr. Ed of course
The torch could be scorched on a flaming horse
It’ll blaze right paths on a narrow course
I know where mine’s at homey where is yours
Right there in the same dang place He left it
On ramp off ramp bust the exit
Now who got the audacity to test it?
The heavyweight uncontested
Then Jah blessed it turned junk around
The loudest noise still don’t make no sound
I roll real deep when I paint the town
Me and Gabriel we been down
Chorus
Bridge:
Sometimes the loudest sound don’t make no noise
Packing out the house tonight I’m bringing my homeboys
Me and my homeboys we make some more noise
Me and my homeboys ain’t making no noise
Me and my homeboys we make some more noise
Sometimes the loudest sound don’t make no noise
Verse 2:
1,2,3,4,5 you feel it
6 for the beast and the 7th seal it
About 10 different ways we can peel it
We waiting on God to heal it
Harvest the hardest to swallow and make your chest burn
My chariot will carry it I’m skipping death’s turn
My angel rein pull country western
To straighten out my right and left turn
Broke down John with a bomb and a Revelation
Some say post pre-tribulation
But either way humanity is facing
Hell of a confrontation
Placed in a home that ain’t home and I told em I know that
Sky like a scroll and behold it’ll roll back
Rock to the roll and the soul will throw back
Your vapor life you can’t hold that
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4. |
Elizabeth Shue
02:52
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Elizabeth Shue
Chorus:
Put your foot in it try to walk it out
Put a mile in them then we can talk it out
Feel the Love and take notice
If the shoe fits is it soulless?
Verse 1:
Put the smack down
Put the shoe on other foot James Brown track stepping back now
Put your best foot forward rapping is what you ordered
The menu folded origami got you cornered
Serve you hand and foot
PicnicTyme never half stepped man good look
Never pussy foot and don’t misbehave
One foot on the pedal one foot in the grave
One foot in your butt I’m like “What?”
Want to kick it this cold then step your game up
Foot loose fancy free I got them cliché
Lace up your boots and follow me…hey
You could be wrong you would never think when you look
That you could be wrong you could shoot yourself in the foot
You could try to step right to the beat
But how you doing it with two left feet?
Chorus
Verse 2:
I hope you know this. How good it feels
Lionel Richie on the ceiling like I’m head over heels
If the shoe fits is it soulless
Do you ever land a hand to the homeless?
He was barefoot on some boo hoo’s
I had three gave him one goodie two shoes
Kick in the shins kick in the pants
Kick in the door Kid’nPlay kicking the dance
Stay on your toes
Silver Surfing 16’s hang 10ing the flows
Run off of the mouth run of the mill
Better run Forrest Gump hump it run for the hills
My foot’s in the door, my foot’s on the rock
The TX sun hot with all I got
Think it’s all Stanky Leg down south?
You gonna have to put your foot in your mouth
Bridge:
Too fly shoe fly don’t bother me
Too fly shoe fly don’t bother me
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5. |
The Business
02:42
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The Business
Verse 1:
I got a bucket list. Short cuz I spit big
Cut a jig and a rib off of this pig
Executive I own the shindig
Off the top toupee I’m the big wig
Picture this kid flash drive a big rig
Buzz off a coffee cup top, I flip lids
That’s what this is so my hat’s off
Me David Blaine and Gandalf had a stand off
In a glass box, I came out that
I’m Tex Avery animate a mouse trap
How about that I’m bout that living it
Jive turkey stuffed but I’m still thanks giving it
Beef jerky but I’m still not feeling it
Zombie Land your man is still killing it
And got a tentative plan the LORD willing it
The Sword of the Spirit the mic cord I’m reeling it
And cast it like your boy fly fishing, my mission
Is to keep my position in the red
Turn it up in your truck what up you been knowing that
Sandbag and rows I flows you can’t hold it back
Chorus:
Been knowing that. What is this?
Can’t hold it back. The business
You know what it is
Give ya’ll the business
Verse 2:
You don’t freaking own me you don’t know even know me
Chick that’s grinding hard, she ain’t freakin on me
That ain’t no baloney Junior that’s a hotdog
Soft like playdough but I’m rock hard
I’m a rock star clean to the shave guard
I’m bringing bones back to life in a graveyard
I’m shiny bright tighty white no race card
Underneath your radar getting paid hard cuz I’m way star
Moonstruck who snuck in the back door
Hardcore last forever and more
Ask for what you will still and ask more
All things to all men and or
Women too swimming thru every minnow crew
I pulled the old switcheroo on what’s fishing you
What I’m finna do here’s something nasty
Lines like I’m giving out candy
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6. |
Say Sumn
03:39
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Say Sumn
Chorus:
Man I strayed a long way far away from
Got lost along the way where I came from
Came a hella long way just to say something
I got to say something I’m bout to say something
Verse 1:
I’m bout to say what you ain’t never heard
It’s a bit awkward peculiar God’s Word
Spoke with the pedal and spoke soaked in relevance
Bars on my sheets look crooked bowed in reverence
One with the elements. Earth, wind and sediments
Wake up, take up Jacob’s ladder Heave is
Right where I need it I might dare believe it
My sight couldn’t observe but it’s right there I see it where I
Left it sitting and I, get to getting and i
Stop spitting and get to get living and I
Need it right here right now like wow
It’s something just to fight the good fight now
Man it hurts but I promise that it works
And it’s so much bigger than a Sunday morning church
And it’s so much bigger than a priest’s collared shirt
And it takes a lot of work but it don’t require works
Chorus
Verse 2:
Man I got a little shine cuz I’m getting mine
3 and a half’s perfect time just to kick a rhyme
So when I spit a line quitting time calls me
Ain’t much time that’s left before we all see
Who was there, who was coming who we waiting on
Crown of thorns for a King that they place it on
They gonna be hating on you’s what He told me
Playdough to mold me, shape me then He broke me
Sealed me up with a glue stick made out of music
Told me I’m called and He can choose it
Found it to lose it stepped on and abused it
Who’s it? devil the author that confused it
And I’m picking up the Truth cuz I’m hungry
Dangle Brother number one swinging from a bungee
Never thirst again you got the dead thirst
Saying something what I’m saying God better said first
Bridge:
May I kick a little something for the G’s and
Liven up the sucker emcees and
Bolt the electric shock
1.21 jigawatts
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7. |
My Cadillac
03:29
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My Cadillac
Dodging John Law push a Caddy slow creep
Careful little parallel parking on the curb
So the driver’s side shows that’s the one I preferred
That’s the side with the hubcap don’t mind the passenger
Where one of them’s missing and the other’s off an Acura
Man it don’t matter cuz I bought it with cash
It only gets 4 miles to the gallon in gas
It’s Agg city boy where I’m running the streets
I had a ’91 Escort but upgraded
Don’t ask my girl cuz she hate it but can’t fade it
Rollin with the white exterior metaphor me
The hardest thrift shopper that you ever gonna see
Got a blue pinstripe this tight emcee
Gonna rule the burbs with my words and straight look like a G
Chicken heads holler at your boy peep peep
You like a car song cool then I got one
Angels strapped in rolling shot gun
My son’s sitting in the back trying to spit a little rap
So I let him set it off and give him a soul clap
Put the wood up, put the wood up
It’s Agg Town Southside put your hood up
Bridge:
I got my car I got no cash
Got my foot pressed light on the gas
I got my phone I got my ride
Got my seat leaned back to the side
I still sit low I got no tint
Got no money and I got no rent
I got no worries I got no cash
Thinking how all this ain’t gonna last
I’m riding
It’s just a freaking car it ain’t something we keep
Why’s it make me feel so dang cool I’m Johnny Mathis
Carpooling pulling up to soccer practice
My son learned quick my AC lacked
Looking real hard, a toddler car seat in the back
Perfect size the trunk carries the merch
Playdough family parking lot at the Church Sunday morning
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Franks & Beans
Chorus:
One for the money two for the show
Three for the money four for the dough
Five for the money six for the flow
I’m so money get dough
Verse 1:
Ride on it, bet on it
You can put your life on it, dead on it
Some dough, some kneading that bread money
That cream that dollar, dollar bill money
Money to burn more than I earn but so what
And money can’t buy love but still it your buck
So get your dollars’ worth go one for the money
Two for the show and prove three for the twenty
I guess that if it glitters it’s gold and cold shining
Full price rhyming you’re nickel and diming
It’s like we got got to get paper I know that
Hole in your pocket gonna burn till you blow that
The seed grow living cuz you reap what you sow that
The money tree green doesn’t grow back
So jingle it or fold that, crinkle it or crease it
In God we trust and know the paper doesn’t read it
Won’t see it on the
Chorus b:
How far will you go?
Trying to sell your soul
Money is time
We all on the grind, we all on the grind
Verse 2:
Got to get it ya’ll spend it no limit all in it
Ya’ll killing for it steal it hos giving draws pivot
Through cities gonna live it full digits
Don’t get it don’t live it oh ish it’s so critical with it
Planet all senate all in it and round it and
Governors, senators, ministers count it and
Hustlers and players and n*##@s is bout it
Dividends, dividends can’t live without it
Back in the days a hundred used to be a thousand
Now from inflation the planet’s rerouted
It’s getting more violent it’s getting more rowdy
Resources running low got to even buy water
It’s all about the dollar I holler dog gonnit
It got so much power they put God on it
And what do we trust now to get us through the moments?
Some people say faith but you got to have money
Chorus
Bridge:
Don’t let money change ya
Don’t let money change ya
I get money and I make money
And I lose money and I hate money
And I give money I tithe it a lot
I get money, money I got
I get money and I make money
And I lose money and I hate money
And I give money and I give money
Make money, money make money, money, money
Give money, money give money, money money
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9. |
1 Day
04:44
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1 Day
Verse 1:
Just saw the doctor; I’ve got one day left
Till my lungs say goodnight to their breath
But I welcome the death the Grim Reaper’s finding me
And that’s fine with me cuz Im’ma finally be so
Freedom came my way one day
So I got her digits right away
One day to accomplish a lifetime’s checklist
Things I want to do before breakfast
I want to max out my credit at the grocery store
Then give it all out for nothing to the broke and poor
And want to be the answered prayer they was hoping for
And let them know that they’re the reason God was broken for
I want to yell out a few choice words to the cops
And throw a (inaudible) in them donut shops
And I ain’t even put a dent in my list
Set aside a whole two hours for this
Me and my girl gonna spend an hour to kiss
Apologize to every MC that I dissed
Cuz when I’m gone and highly regarded
Dearly departed my life just started
When I’m dead and highly regarded
Dearly departed my life just started
Chorus:
I’m bout to quit my dead end job cuz I just realized I don’t need the money
I don’t need the stress; don’t need to be the best and man I sure don’t need to worry
I’m bout to quit my dead end job cuz I just realized I don’t need the money
When I’m dead and gone just play this song, sit back and play this song
Just play this song, play this song, play this song, play this song
Verse 2:
Life gets hard, it’s still beautiful
Joy and the pain all seems suitable
Nothing new under the sun it’s reusable
Bob Marley “Redemption Song” at my funeral
No regrets cuz I’ve run this race
I’m close enough to the end that I can see God’s face
Dry your tears don’t you cry no more
Don’t you know that this is the day that I been waiting for?
Because I can’t feel hurt, don’t remember no pain
To live is Christ, to die is gain
And when you miss me sit back and press play
Think this is how I changed the world in one day
You gonna miss me, sit back and press play
Think this is how I changed the world in one day
One last request before I leave this place
Tell the whole world about God’s good grace
Two last requests before I leave this place
Somebody smack Nelly in his dag’on face
This is how I changed the world in one day
I could change the whole wide world in one day
Im’ma change the whole world in one day
One God, One Truth, One Love, One Way
This is how I change the world in one day
This is how you change the world in one day
We could change the whole wide world in one day
One God, One Truth, One Love, One Way
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10. |
Hotdoggin
02:54
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Hotdoggin
Verse 1:
My boloney got a first name and it’s official
Ain’t got a last name just an initial
You know the Word is straight from Proverb
Hot diggity dog and you can all get served
I got to swerve lay back and observe
It’s from the hood to the black Cadillac in the burbs
Sweet relish to embellish what’s exactly deserved
And pack a packet full of pistols on a pack Hors d'œuvres
My boloney got a first name it ain’t Doug
I ain’t never seen it but it’s written in blood
And so I hit with a thud I’ve got precision of Scud missile
Please excuse all the flaws and bone gristle
Let’s just call it all that I got
The good, bad and ugly you like it or not
I’ve got to bring it all together and connect what I’m here for
Rapping for the last thousand years for
Chorus:
My baloney gets personal
My baloney gets personal
Hot diggity dog hot diggity dang
My baloney gets personal
My baloney gets personal
Different parts make it versatile
Till your thirst is full
It’s all parts all heart and soul
The red pill is irreversible
Verse 2:
My baloney got a first name, call me Douglas
Middle name ain’t none of your gosh dang buzzness
Last name Dangle angle in the middle of it
Trying to star spangle Angels just a little bit
It fits nice and it spice up the bun
And it rings twice full price on the Son
So I shred a little cheddar and I hope I don’t bust it
Your butter knife can’t cut the mustard
My baloney got a first name, maybe Diggum
Honey Smack black hand side on the rhythm
A little frog who likes to hotdog
To an old vintage village that’ll crack analog
Lilly pad to the log I let the drum hit hollow
Fess up you couldn’t catch up if you’s tomato in a bottle
Baby you can follow. A pink hotdog in your mouth don’t swallow
Chorus
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11. |
Singleminded Female
03:39
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Singleminded Female
Chorus:
Everybody wants to steal my girlfriend
And what am I supposed to do
Everybody thinks that she’s beautiful
Cuz it’s true
Everybody wants to take my lady
Like they really got a chance in Hades
I think you must be crazy
Cuz she already had my baby
Verse 1:
Everybody want it but they ain’t got the patience for it
I done got to flaunt it but homeboy I’m paying for it
Her name and wrist got her name on necklace
Bought it online so you know just who the heck it is
She’s a simple one got a brother sprung on a tickle tongue
Frenching kissing wishing you had it but you ain’t getting none
Look at my style you ain’t got it like me
I got the flyest she’s the dimest got it naturally
It’s actually me I see ugly as can be
What can I say she cuts for a shorter version Dirk Nowitzki
You know we the most frustrating when we walk in public
Seeing brothers hating and honest inside I’m loving it
How did he get with her? Man I never figured her
Double D’s double those double trouble digging her
Everybody wishing for something this particular
I’m posted up in public on purpose just to be kissing her
Chorus
Verse 2:
I like my lady like I like my coffee
Ready in a minute, hot, brown and bossy
The simplest one that you can’t carbon copy
So tell them chickens back up off me
Got a little song that wrote for the one that I care about
I can feel your heart no matter where is my whereabouts
I know I’m gone but I’m coming back home
Got a souvenir shot glass girl I’m in Rome
And they can’t even hold a candle I swear that they could handle
The Nag Champion in an open toe sandal
With a little ring and a little thing that I like
When I ain’t home don’t be jealous of this thing with the mic
I know these dudes’s spitting game but tell them they couldn’t hang
Like they’re on some flight attendant while I’m flying the plane
She got the outside that makes you want to date her
I know what’s inside her’s better catch you later
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So What
Verse 1:
Who cares? Man I hit rock bottom
I ain’t kill the Sheriff but I may of sure shot him
With a slug from a Plug Won, Two, Three tunin
Of the Soul lyrical family reunion
Felt when it melted the felt from a slip mat
Saw your first cousin and I thought yeah I’m with that
Ink got me buzzing on a page cuz I sniffed that
Permanent ink the crowd thinks dang he ripped that
Rapped that, had that man it’s sad that
He ain’t never blown up despite the fact that
He’s got a lot of skill and a good work ethic
He rocks a lot of ill flow till words epic on a paper
Another fresh song
God what the heck am I doing wrong
Am I not as good as I heard that I was from
Mom and Dad maybe I really should have done some
Rap that I spent too much time dissing
Maybe then the public would have taken a listen
Why the heck they telling me I’m great
And I’ve been winning these battles since ’98
Chorus:
So what? Hot banging a cut
I got four flats on my brand new truck
Plus your whole team thinks that I suck
I could give two squirts of a what
So what? You should bang this cut
And make sure you do it when your down on your luck
Say it to your boss when your brain’s stuck
That you really could give a hot what. So what?
Verse 2:
Man I’ve got a lot of things that I’d like to tell ya
But if I keep it too real I’m afraid I’ll scare ya
Man I really don’t care what a man say
I’ll just keep covering the hurt with a band aid
I know you feel it, too
Green with envy yellow and blue
The same old thing keeps hurting you
But when things go wrong what’chya gonna do
Life didn’t pan how you want it to
Bump that man we still got a job to do
Punching a clock paper clipped with a time card
Yeah you had goals but did you really try hard?
Start a revolution
Ain’t got the answer just Solution
One plus one don’t equal three
Minus the problem you find it’s me
Man I’m here just to run a race
I’ve got a cloud of witnesses that feel disgraced
So far I’m dead last place
So far I ain’t seen His face
Probably cuz I’m dead last place
Told His mercy and grace
Chorus
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13. |
I Got It Like
04:09
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I Got It like
Chorus:
They want it like
I got it like
They want it like
I got it like that
Verse 1:
They do it real big I do it real small
They got an entourage I’m solo at the mall
They’re gripping grain switching lanes in a white whip
Their grill is ice dipped I’m using white strips
Their chain hang low some shiny necklaces
They wanted New York I’ll show them where Texas is
They charge it to the game no limit credit cards
They’re paid in full I’m seven years on my credit scarred
They want them bullet holes they want them thug raps
Big spinning spokes kin folks I’m on hubcaps
They want a club track sold in a dub sack
Night life but I came to show em where the sun at
Chorus
Verse 2:
They got a lot of cash they want a big spender
A full course meal I’m TV dinner
They got a full plate they got their hood ill
My pocket’s half empty shopping at Goodwill
They want a pay to play I got a freestyle
They want they’re mamma’s number off of my speed dial
They want it right now I learned to wait for it
I took their wack verse to Church and prayed for it
They wanted 20 inch chrome on a Cadillac
I got a 20 bar poem in a battle rap
I’m just a sweetheart they want it real thug
They want a rap name I told them call me Doug
Chorus
Bridge:
How you want it I got it
How you want it I got it
How you want it I got it
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Ya Heard
Verse 1:
Cold crush cold rush the quarterback
Push pillage through a line of scrimmage
Some of that old macnasty want some then ask me
Smack a rapper back that wack talk and sass me
Procrastinated next week the cheek turn
Weak burn, chased with ginseng and wheat germ
Got my feet firm planted on a Rock that
Unshakable Mt Zion on top that
Old Testamental instrumental
Got dead living lead raise a number two pencil
I purposely purposed the incidental
On a credit card maxed to it’s full potential
Accidental, Alamo I ragged this rental
Attracted to this track something sentimental
Ali passed it up so I blast it simple
And I covered for rapping long as I rap it gentle
So let’s just enjoy my brand new tie
Bounce the beat on my knee like a baby boy
Who wants to rattle to the rhythm of a beat box?
Wrote my lyrics on the wall cuz my sheet rocks
Chorus:
I know that you want to
I know that you got to
I know that you heard what I ought to be
Buy you ain’t heard about me
Verse 2:
The name’s Playdough I’m still the best kept secret
But when you’re this dope it’s kind of hard to keep it
The beat tried to hold it but it’s bound to leak it
Cuz I dry hump, frenched and freaked it
We all make mistakes and we gonna probably repeat it
I brought the Answer right here waiting when you need it
You hungry for the Truth man it’s there if you seek it
Just control alt delete it
I’ll be the one to lead the revolution
No politics no constitution
A freedom no man can take introduced in
A lyrical Spiritual solution
It feels good when you’re chewing the red pill
But now I’m obligated to wake up the dead still
It’s Life in a song I disguise the topics
It’s easier to take with steamed rice and chopsticks
The plot thicks the prophets have told me
The angels sang it to me and my dreams have shown me
It’s deepspace above me and the clouds below me
Incognito lonely like nobody know me
Chorus
Bridge:
It don’t matter you can blame it on me
Some pay for it some get it for free
Some sneak in the door same pay the fee
Some people rap some people emcee
It don’t matter you can blame it on me
Some pay for it some get it for free
Some sneak in the door same pay the fee
Some people rap some people emcee
A lot of people rap some people emcee
Most people rap few people emcee
Everybody raps nobody emcee
I guess the exception is me
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15. |
Follow It
03:41
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Follow It
Verse 1:
You up for the chase?
I stayed up all night busy I was fixing my face
It this is what it takes these are the breaks that shakes all this
Till I’m butt naked in rawness
I promise one day you gonna feel it regardless
You lying or you honest
Real or you flawless, we all is
Stuck in between in the middle to dangle
But I found a way out just shimmy the angle
And climb up the pathway flow with ease in it
Buckle down on the force put some elbow grease in it
We could all be winning say “God let it come”
Im’ma give a couple pennies to my block’s local bum
And bounce soon as I heard the word trouble come
Rubber road rubber jaw rubber raw bubble gum
It was done in fun, pun and humor
You ain’t the man you thought that you were
Chorus:
I can see the doorway into the future
You’re about to lose your job to a freaky computer
You’re a loser
Verse 2:
Follow it everybody follow me
Something in the future is fulfilling all the Prophecy
Take it to the ancient eyes if you want to see
This is what it gotta be it’s what it gotta be
I’m about to be replaced, I’m a loser
I don’t need this office space, you’re a loser
Quotas all up on my case and I don’t need that
Blood in my veins a computer can’t bleed that
God won’t you let your Kingdom come
And let Your will be done till I’m done
I got to lose my life if I want to gain some
Freedom you wanted freedom, freedom
Freedom we wanted freedom, freedom
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Sunset
04:20
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Sunset
Chorus:
When the sun goes down
Never make a sound
Night has begun for the sunset
When the sun goes down
Never make a sound
Fading away in the sunset
Verse:
Waiting for the trumpet but I hear no sound
Blind but I see when the sun goes down
The nightlife’s fast but I must slow down
45 RPM on this merry go round
The turntable wobble but it don’t fall down
Everybody is an orphan in their own dog pound
But I found me a new soul life in a loop hole
Now I finally got a way to make the night useful
Put down the spoonful what you been force fed
Riding to the heartbeat on what the inner voice said
I can’t take another mother loving disappointment
So I’m large loving and I’m living the endorsement
Broke my appointment with worldly enjoyment
Tried to get it fat off of that unemployment
Could you please inform it that I can’t afford it
It’s a good thing somebody else bought it, He bought it
Chorus
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