The iLliterate Papers
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Coffee
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NoTiQ ft b.ware - Woozy
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Ego Check
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Big Fish
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Keynote
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Vision
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Thus Far
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Missile
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What You Doin
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Blur
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Sunday Divorce
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Semi-Automatic Bibles
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Hype Shyt
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We bless you with The iLliterate Papers. Published in love. Authored by NoTiQ.
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released 07 February 2012
Recorded at Rich Productions. Marietta, Georgia
Engineered and Mixed by Peter Richmond
Lyrics Provided by Brandon Ware (ASCAP) and Christopher K.P. Brown (Two Pens & Lint)
Additional Vocals Provided by Brandon Ware, Christopher
K.P. Brown, Jalila Williams & Jamie Tolbert
Instrumentation (Piano) provided by Justin Postell
Additional Production Provided by Sirena A. Richmond
Photography by Jamie Tolbert
Shoot Coordinator: Rishard Spann
Written & Produced by Gabriel A Rudd
Executive Producer: Brandon Ware
Recorded at Rich Productions. Marietta, Georgia
Engineered and Mixed by Peter Richmond
Lyrics Provided by Brandon Ware (ASCAP) and Christopher K.P. Brown (Two Pens & Lint)
Additional Vocals Provided by Brandon Ware, Christopher
K.P. Brown, Jalila Williams & Jamie Tolbert
Instrumentation (Piano) provided by Justin Postell
Additional Production Provided by Sirena A. Richmond
Photography by Jamie Tolbert
Shoot Coordinator: Rishard Spann
Written & Produced by Gabriel A Rudd
Executive Producer: Brandon Ware
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Born in Albany, Georgia ,Atlanta Hip-Hop Recording Artist NoTiQ will be releasing "The iLliterate Papers" mixtape with the
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lead single "Woozy" Winter 2011. Previous releases include "The Prelude EP"
Founder/CEO of The iLliterate Papers, LLC and Executive Producers of b.ware's "The Red Tape Chronicles" available now at www.bwarefaction.com.
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- Track Name: Coffee
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Sorry if I woke you, but fukc it, I was suppose to
Give you something good to look forward to like Folgers.
I’m good til the last drop
You Amanda Diva, I’m Marsha Ambrosia.
Without me, there is no flow in the south bruh.
Ain’t no space, ain’t no canal,
Boy I’m here for now.
I’m here to space it out
No Aleon Craft
I’m stiff as a board; light as a feather.
Hear me out. Levitate above the cloud
Cumulous, accumulating, precipitation, be patient.
Perspiration from all of my fans, enough to bust a basin.
Plus I’m tryna flush the nation
Reign supreme from bust-it-babies, to analytical niggas
With that high rate graduation
Wait, I will never become complacent, cause of my displacement.
On behalf of chattel slavery, and the indigenous population
Epileptic mind is racing. My irregular heartbeat beat my flaws
Shout out to Marietta dawg
Franklin road, I learned the game, Powder Springs, I learned to tame
My emotions but I’m loose again, everybody knew me as a hooper man.
Ask the Cobb, I’m not no fraud, R.I.P my nigga Rod
W-B, Woozie, DNA, trips to the Mac-town
Tryna get paid.
85 C-N-T to Charlotte, SFR finna fuck the market
You ain’t gotta play me in the clubs
In the CD decks, I go the hardest.
So when you get finish jumping to O Let’s Do It
Throw in some of that N-O-T-I-Q music.
The iLliterate Papers nigga…uh
Chorus:
Shyt, I be faced with long nights
Cold days, the storm stays
Awoken with bad news in the morning
The sun don’t raise
So I unroll my paper
You tell me that’s where the truth at
I flip through life everyday
So where’s your proof at.
Verse II:
God is my witness, intent
Front page is for business
Turn to the classifieds for my hit list
Lifestyle, leisure for women
Flip to the obits for my haters
Snitches entertainment critics
Readers digest underdog. Home and garden
Can you dig it (get it)
Columnists for my niggas
Police blot but I pen this
Career listings for some pennies
Travel guide to spread my mission
Advertisers are like labels.
Make decisions
But I specifically spit it
Percentage of my check gets cut this content I live I give it
Impact from my potent penning
Perspective from your submission
Articulate my position
Program directors stay predicting what my purpose vision
Of a forecaster master, editor in chief
Won’t be released til I clear it. - Track Name: NoTiQ ft b.ware - Woozy
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Aye shawty, I’m cold on the mic
I'm hype when I write, immaculant I-Life
Practitioner pen type
Font wit me
I control, alt, delete, diffusion life
Refuse your viewing rights no lights
I’m tryna control rap energy
Send to me all ya idols,
St. Aquinas firefight ya images full of rhinestones
I know.
I’m bold, spit in italics cuz I’m right.
Which means I’m leanin towards the opposite
Shyt you left and liked.
Lick my lips,
Tend to delight, women friends and fans alike.
Bite none of my predecessors, but award em’ out of spite Be content,
Your purpose severed, enveloped in foolish Hors d'oeuvres Trinkets tassels and plaques.
MARTA has new seating arrangements
You can either get off the damn bus, or get the f*ck back I’m Aljazeera, you MSNBC you whack
Atlanta I’m here, entangled in this candy-coated world Shoot back
Its sugar-free, bytch
Chorus:
Thumb on ya trachea/fingers gently wrapped around ya neck/ chaney certified tactics/truth is my dialect/my language is to subdue thee/who he/naw, we ain’t here for murder/just here to make em’ woozy
Verse II:
I transform, mitosis, meiosis
I’m walking for higher levels,multiple clorosis
Introvert like the frames beveled,Frankie and Maze
Or bad boy Betha, playin’ with the devil, lets race
Steel like I’m Vanderbilt bound, construct a sound
This is Full Sail audionomics, take a bow
Hands on deck, fingertips singed from pressin eject
I bow-chika-wow, my knife enjoys sex with ya neck
Never slaughter due to lack of respect for you
But for keepin my people further in debt
I smile for the public but, when discontent
I’m Obama you Chavez, you see the index
Clearly noted, who’s the aggressor with the threat
Victims duck, I stand out side of low low
Doors open and bust. Tatted on my chest
The Lord I trust. Nothing hallowed except the name
The game,you in it for the bucks
I meant what I said,you fukced
Chorus:
Thumb on ya trachea/fingers gently wrapped around ya neck/ Chaney certified tactics/truth is my dialect/my language is to subdue thee/who he/naw we ain’t here for murder/just here to make em’ woozy
Verse III (B.Ware):
yeah! b.ware! unh!
now, i gag, spat, vomitted half Islamic
fuck Ebonics, my prose spoken to keep crackers out it
raps packaged for black crack victims of Reaganomics
fuck if you don't get it, acknowledge it ain't for you
ooh! pressure, pressure
practice, niggas is actresses
the word is cirque du solei, flow based in acrobatics
we used to flip off mattresses
now we flip phrases while tumblin, mumblin over these drums and
ah! he's gassed give me tums and
burp me baby, my sade said "brandon, grow up"
bib covered in throw up
the young at heart still I’ll dearly depart your career
re-definition of dirty south, i'm here, yeah
the black Webster, no conjecture
and no label lynching, we off they ropes like wrestler
resuscitate'em on the stretcher, they dyin' from the pressure. Southside's the West's Mecca, yeah!" - Track Name: Ego Check
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I left my ego at the door
My guns on the floor
My hat in the closet
Aint no need for a wallet
becuz my god aint in it
Just them cards up in it
And my heart aint in it,
So my all I’m spendin
I left my ego at the door
My guns on the floor
My hat in the closet
Aint no need for a wallet
becuz my god aint in it
Just them cards up in it
And my heart aint in it,
So my all I’m spendin
Verse I:
No key to the house, key to the safe, we mistakes
Deceit in they face, hate in they eyes, we debate
Nigga, we the bait, get eaten everyday
But they never hook what they after, so we replace
Their emotional disdain, we the physical presence
I’m just a bugle boy, aye they don’t taught the lesson
Tuition high as hell, they cut programs at west Ga
And I don’t go to yo school, I just know how they play
They present it to you, like the whole world is on display
You graduate, cant get a job but you got bills to pay
Ya lady far away, yall do the long distance
She say when you get diplomas, you’ll kick this phone business
The future bleak, she trip, so you get a dome mistress
I feel like I’m a failure, but I was born in this
All I can tell ya, wipe ya tears keep movin
I still love you baby girl, this shyt just real confusin
Chorus:
I left my ego at the door
My guns on the floor
My hat in the closet
Aint no need for a wallet
becuz my god aint in it
Just them cards up in it
And my heart aint in it,
So my all I’m spendin
I left my ego at the door
My guns on the floor
My hat in the closet
Aint no need for a wallet
Because my god aint in it
Just them cards up in it
And my heart aint in it,
So my all I’m spendin
Verse II:
You feel alone, ya partner just died
You go to school with stressed eyes
Can’t even tell the fourth, and the half
Leave that to --------
Situation all too familiar, house like a beehive
And ya honey just left, so all you do is re-high
Feel like the queen is diminishin, we pray she neva finish
And all i can do is witness
Cuz im so far removed too, lost what I was used to
Use to feel so corded like umbilical, im Bluetooth
You in the prime of your youth, smokin’s not a pastime
Moving packs is not for you, rod told me the last time
And no I didn’t listen, but I was given a halftime
A break to preciate, I guess the good and the bad is all Path
Livin the life as you have, makin it far with no rehab
Although it may seem, ya life has been told
Everything is in your grasp
Just keep movin on like a nomad, aye look in the sky it aint so bad
From his wisdom, my dad, to my ear, to your pad
Chorus:
I left my ego at the door
My guns on the floor
My hat in the closet
Aint no need for a wallet
becuz my god aint in it
Just them cards up in it
And my heart aint in it,
So my all I’m spendin
I left my ego at the door
My guns on the floor
My hat in the closet
Aint no need for a wallet
becuz my god aint in it
Just them cards up in it
And my heart aint in it,
So my all I’m spendin
Verse III:
You gotta past and you tryna erase it
Friends wont let you,
Cant deal with the fact that we changing
And if you cool with you life, that’s fine you stay complacent
But if we are to remain on this level
You need a heart replacement
The darkness chasin, and I aint getting swallowed
Not tryna be a leader, but I think you should follow
Ok, lets get the cleaver, I’ll cut into ya morrow
Uh, and I’ll say bye tomorrow, or bye today
Cuz I cant stay, environment is just disarray, prone to Mistakes
And at this rate, I die, be locked up, I love you dearly
I gotta move the fuck on my nigga…
Sincerely yours - Track Name: Big Fish
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Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches
Women take out extensions
Is this the world that we live in
Yuh cuz, I got bigger fish to fry
I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side
Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches
Women take out extensions
Is this the world that we live in
Yuh, Cuz I got bigger fish to fry
I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side
Verse I:
55 trillion dollar debt, by the time you hear this
Its gon be interest on that shyt (DJ run it back)
Black women can’t get a man
White people don’t understand
Got color of change in my inbox, talking bout a negro
Like I give a damn well
Scratch that shit off and move on,
Tryna make it off this wic to cupons
Light skin, dark skin debate, its all about hate
And we both getting pooed on
Dude asked me why you a rapper
I replied with why you a kappa
Excuse me homeboy, I’m an alpha
I mean who the hell you lookin out for
Awww man… I didn’t mean to call you out
Aww damn…what you niggas talking bout
Chorus:
Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches
Women take out extensions
Is this the world that we live in
Yuh, cuz I got bigger fish to fry
I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side
Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches
Women take out extensions
Is this the world that we live in
Yuh, cuz I got bigger fish to fry
I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side
Verse II:
Deal with your religion and I deal with mine
Pretend that this is columbine
They gotta gun to ya head and you must remind them
Who you wit, who you ride for
Who you live, uh, and who you’d die for
My alliance is with nuclear missle and pistols
Green house gasses pass through our system
Will Claritin assist you,
Well just be careful,
he choose, i choose, we bless you
With the illiterate papers
Still published in love authored by NoTiQ just to update you.
Chorus:
Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches
Women take out extensions
Is this the world that we live in
Yuh, I got bigger fish to fry
I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side
Yuh, niggas pick up ya britches
Women take out extensions
Is this the world that we live in.
Yuh, I got bigger fish to fry
I’m not worried bout that grits and macaroni on the side - Track Name: Keynote
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One last thing to say (to saaaay)
Nigga this a keynote (keynote)
One last thing to play (to plaaay)
Nigga this the shit that he wrote (he wrote)
One last thing to say (to saaay)
Nigga, I could be yo hero (yo hero)
One last thing to say (speech speech)
Nigga this a keynote
Verse I:
The nerve of me to think I can conceptualize
In three minutes, (what I want in my life)
To spew my world view at youth
Even if I lead em to demise (But Murdoch can right)
So who cares if Jay-z putting pieces to the plot
Well I guess the devil winnin,
cuz I’m throwin up the rock
you sittin on the couch, you wont even bust a shot
Cryin, cuz they called a Negro in American pop-ulation
How do you define this nation?
Mine is eEykah walking down the street naked
So fuck it if my pops never signed on the dots
He served you twice, so fuck it
If you get shot by a bullet, and I’m the nigga pullin
This is tug-of-war and you mufukcas lookin
Shows that I’m booked in
This will be the last one
Labels I promise to make you money but I got one…
One last thing to say (to saaaay)
Nigga this a keynote (keynote)
One last thing to play (to plaaay)
Nigga this the shit that he wrote (he wrote)
One last thing to say (to saaay)
Nigga, I could be yo hero (yo hero)
One last thing to say (speech speech)
Nigga this a keynote
Verse II:
Loosen up the tie, fork to glass
Pass my inheritance on, microphone to domes
Tell em I fought for homes, and bones undiscovered
Buried beneath the rumble, our screams are muffled
So I’m Marley Schaffer, indiscriminate truth
First nigga on the scene, like Josephine, the proof is
All in the putting, I put it down like Vick pits
An uncaged bird, nigga rise like bisquick
I need fifteen more minutes of this shit
To explaint why I’m livin like a misfit
I got a forum each poem gone pour em
Tentative to schedules, cuz class is boring
Cut class enjoyin my nigga shard exlporin
Government lying dormant, and Zuckerburg got us more in
Tumblr got us feeling that image in more important
Or maybe it’s politicians man, I’m on my coca cola shyt
Thirst, (over everything niggas)
One last thing to say (to saaaay)
Nigga this a keynote (keynote)
One last thing to play (to plaaay)
Nigga this the shit that he wrote (he wrote)
One last thing to say (to saaay)
Nigga, I could be yo hero (yo hero)
One last thing to say (speech speech)
Nigga this a keynote
Verse III:
Marietta nigga, Atlanta Affiliate (Alanta, affiliate)
Gave this away for free, in hopes that you feelin it (Gave this..)
Hands down if you think you equal citizens (hands down if you feel like a citizen)
Hands up if you know you dope,
And you rocking with nothing other than ill quotes
The iLliterate Papers over everything nigga
We over here getting it like this
The iLliterate Papers over everything nigga
We over here getting it like this
Get money, fuck a hater, over everything niggas
We over here, getting it like this
Do it now, not later, over everything niggas
We over here getting it like this
One love
Over everything niggas
We over here getting it like this - Track Name: NoTiQ ft Lila Nairobi - Most Wanted
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Friends with a lot of people.
What you collect when you perceive low ego.
Steady battling in the pulpit ‘against Nero
But I’m a G, and that’s a Negro.
The verve of me to be audacious with my space.
Just think I deserve a place. A chance to be a hero.
Give a damn about talent or Warhols.
Them minutes is minuscule. I spread light like the one four.
Dali, like Salvador bends time.
Art is your contribution, Mein Kampf is rhyme.
My worth defined through audio.
Integral part your arteries from out of my body flow
Vibrations into your body, soul.
Rhythm is cardiovascular, feel the plasma through my prose.
Blasting through my bones
Aint feel a nail on the cross, But I’m just tryna play my role.
Chorus:
If you feel like you need something in ya life
But you don’t know it
Not cars, not shoes, not clothes, not money, not fame
But you feel so hungry
(yea, so what it is)
(2X)
Most wanted (love)
Most wanted (peace)
Most wanted (you)
Most Wanted (me)
Verse II:
Feel a void, willing to fill the sky
Thrill seekers, feelin the will to die
Scriptin the will as I
Wheel like I really ride
Carrie understood, would not
Even If I tried
Try tho I might instill
Pride and passion filled
Apathy nurtures the pain
When you feel nothing to gain,
Chasm in her clitoris
Fill it and pillage again
The village will script it as whorish
I know she tryna remain
Embedded in temporal lobes,
Via they penis man,
Man this shyt is insane
We figure we need it man
Equal to wants to,
What is the want you wont do
Society, Steve Jobs givin it
Then we want two
We keep getting it but that wont do
Til mental, manifest through tangibales
And we want you
See what we goin through
A reformation is in order
Now what the fuck you gon do.
Chorus:
If you feel like you need something in ya life
But you don’t know it
Not cars, not shoes, not clothes, not money, not fame
But you feel so hungry
(yea, so what it is)
(2X)
Most wanted (love)
Most wanted (peace)
Most wanted (you)
Most Wanted (me)
Verse III:
The part I play in my life, is thespian like
Actin like shyt is alright, I’m hungry at night
Tortured cuz I feel wealthy, I’m selfish
Starve for a week, so they can eat consider it helping
I know this aint healthy, stay up late recording choruses
And I just left work, 4 courses in the morning
Its more horrid when your personal affecting the person
who’s enduring this, all they can say, is you should just
I’m like
How the fukc could you suggest
I’m the nigga goin through this stress
You can only help me study; you can never take this test
Cuz if I fail, you can leave, I’m left burdened with this mess
Pain burnin through my chest, brain and epileptic mess,
Bullet shells round altima
I don’t want that bitch neither
Might go back to smoking reafer
Until I’m
Most wanted in ya speakers - Track Name: Vision
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I know, I’m workin with a vision (I know)
And its about time to see fruition
And I gotta wake up, struggle to get this paper
By any means necessary, before that day come
Verse I:
Before you make yo first
Move in the morning
I’m already up, while you yawning
Wiping ya eyes
And he who works while you sleep
Double they skies
Yea, so I double my prize
Workin this lonely night shift for a minute
Which means a lot of reflection
Aint a lot of forgettin this
Aint’ no forgettin this, when you hungry and penless
I can’t do my homework; my teachers think I’m senseless
They say, They say experience is priceless baby
I will debate it, I need a trade in
Nobody’s favorite, never thought that I would need cash
Ready to sell my soul, for a mean stash
I stashed, a bunch of packs in the Regal’s ass
Realistically, I never thought that that plan would last
Yea, outlast that history,
Prayin that them felonies neva get to me (lord knows)
Chorus:
I know, I’m workin with a vision (I know)
And its about time to see fruition
And I gotta wake up, struggle to get this paper
By any means necessary, before that day come
Verse II:
Albany born, Marietta raised
I done seen better days, sun rays, just aint the same
Cuz when its raised, I don’t see opportunity
Just what this cold brutal world could do to you and me
My vision consists of you and me
Musically, beautifully tuned it
A sip of liquor watch the room spin
This mood ends, (uhn) I’m on my step up
No longer playin catch up, cuz aint no let up
When you can’t get, the support that you need
4th quarter on ya knees, long shot missed so you front degrees
And that should come with ease, but that ain’t fail proof
Cuz even goin to church, don’t make you hell proof
And even if my happiness lets hell loose
I’ll give you the truth, my version in the booth
No virgins in the building, cuz we are all fucked
And I wont stop until I have my peers star struck
Chorus:
I know, I’m workin with a vision (I know)
And its about time to see fruition
And I gotta wake up, struggle to get this paper
By any means necessary, before that day come - Track Name: Thus Far
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Im astonished that I made it thus far without my pa
Goin on the third year, you can call this shyt a par
Two holes in my heart,
The murmur don’t rip it a part
The mean time,
I stitch my words to these beats to make a bar
Hol on, then I lift up
Pray the beat make em sit up
I’m grosser, so they spit up
Show growth like a hiccup
Vocal forces til my nodules stiff up
South bounce like the shocks on pick-ups
In God I Trust by my nipple
Aging by the daily, I see grey hairs on my pubics
Upgraded from buick regals,
Hope to get her more than cubics
rubix cube, life is, like a puzzle, priceless
Attach the pieces together and hope nobody strikes it
Chorus:
yuh, I lean and swerve on through
ridin in this regal with the curb on two
Wheels, and the MPH is gon through the roof
This is life without breaks bound to crash into you
Verse II:
yuh, when you look into the future
And you wanna provide them bright skies
But you just aint what you use to
Think you would be
By taking the path provided by them boosters
When I stopped dribbling that ball up court
I guess I became so useless
Fellowship with them foreign pigments became conducive
For a dream so elusive
My findings were in conclusive
I could never complete the course
Exclusivity through my schoolage
Shout out to whitefield academy
And all the reasons you do this
I thank God I wasn’t protetected from all this foolishness
Subjected to this fire that made me sharper that ryu kicks
All you can get side swiped by thy mic
Five stones in my pocket, Shepparded from father’s plight
Chorus:
Yuh, I lean and swerve on through
Ridin in this regal with the curb on two
Wheels, and the MPH is gon through the roof
This is life without breaks bound to crash into you
Verse III:
I’m in the ville now, its real now
Look out the window view
But I escape it everyday, when I head off to KSU
I can afford to, but they can’t
Whats on my mind, vacate
The journey from front door to your car
May catch a stray
You think I’m lyin,
Twitter feed filled with status of sirens
Cops knockin on my door everyday
And I respond with silence
And a day just aint a day without no type of various violence
Very surprising to most of you
Who never thought I could be in this climate
Thinkin bout raisin the crime rate
They say I’m too smart
To be in this mind state, so irate
But bitch I got heart, have you none
Did these white standards set you apart
From the nigga you long for in the dark
Me as a man, and I got plans, I just want ya support
So I can place you on that pedestal daily
Love you for the you that you are
Beautiful sparks, my remarks, my regards, my depart
Will never happen, my life is planned with you in my arms
So never let em divide us, we regal ridin slow motion when its hard
Chorus:
Yuh, I lean and swerve on through
Ridin in this regal with the curb on two
Wheels, and the MPH is gon through the roof
This is life without breaks bound to crash into you - Track Name: NoTiQ ft b.ware - Minor Setbacks
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I was bred in a filthy place… dirty oven
Punching McLovins in the face, hunching my woman any place
30 cousins—fatherless muthafuckas
Motherless daddy haters, misdirected, a generation infected
With self-doubt, wondering if God glad He made us
Stop talking bout haters; we hate us, and what…
Happens when them Cuban linx rust
Stupid dreamer keep your team’s trust, that roofless Bimmer wont build it up
My life’s been so inconsistent, see the trend of persistence
Success alone on my wish list, distracted by shawty cleavage
Blow your focus, your career will be hocus pocus
And hope can be an opiate without an oath to know your shit
The doper that my flow will get like water broke with coke mixed
They say snort it to abort the kid, I’ll decode it later—Hova shit
No patience for those that doubt me
So the only setbacks you’ll see of a nigga is reclined in Snuggles’ Audi
Come hell or high water, loan deferment, supporting daughters
Ordering dollar sushi, courting at dollar movies
Marking up loose-leaf, reading the works of Huey
P. Newton’s my nigga—Black scripture penner, forgive’em
Accept the truth or hide, just know…
Revolutionary Suicide’s the only way the truest die
My lady chose to slide, I Love ya, I don’t blame ya
God bless the child that never gave up, tape cut!
Chorus:
You getting pulled over with the D
Cant even afford two babies and here come three
Aint got enough credits for that college degree
You cant afford to go to jail homie
Don’t let temptation send you to hell homie
That scholarship no longer there homie
Que sera, all is well homie
Verse II
Sit back recline, lose control and cruise
Realize your blessing, God navigates you,
Can only be judge for what you did not do
Cuz your past is set in bones, ya presence cant be reviewed
Keep that in mind playa
Stay on the court, record ya points,
Don’t come up short, push weight
Leave them the metaphors,
You been makin betta scores, ever since that night
Night of the fight,
Where you had to pull the piece to save ya life
That’s a strike
In the rear dash monitor, path right
As you exit ya driveway screamin shyt at ya wife
I gotta get my mind right
All I need is a light,
A quick stop through the team headquarters to get nice
Now I’m hazy, tryna stay in the lines
I get lazy, damn I ran through a light
Woop, woop,
He get to the window, I’m smellin like
You already know, that coulda set me back for life
Chorus:
You getting pulled over with the D
Cant even afford two babies and here come three
Aint got enough credits for that college degree
You cant afford to go to jail homie
Don’t let temptation send you to hell homie
That scholarship no longer there homie
Que sera, all is well homie
Verse III:
They say the angels watch us
I believe this is all preposterous
We make mistakes this is not the Oscars
Best on screen performance, me
Director, god
I connect events in my life,
Just like Mayans did the stars
I created my own path
Script it like Dean Koontz
M Night Shamala,
Through all our actions we leave proof
Atheist scream james knew, his brother wasn’t god
cuz he wasn’t
Guess some chosen even, the others odd
Do I blame deamons, nature, the hospital or god
This real life it’s no fisade
Get scarred, heal, move on
Take chances, romances, be smart
War never ends,
Be careful who you let ride in that two door benz
cuz when the credits rollin
Wont be no use for hopin
These minor setbacks are quick light killers just like the wind
They provide air,
A way to breathe
But with enough force
A brutal way to leave
Rest in peace. - Track Name: Missile
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Taking off like a missile
Feeling like I roll with a bunch of referees
Cuz, all you hearing is the whistles
Ain’t no witness or nominees for who gon be the wizard
The gilbert pointed at ya wisdom
Get ya cranium Creighton
Streets in my arenas
Yea, we going back and forth like a game
But aint no love here
My ball and shaft down your throat like Serenas
Cuz I’m a bad mutha
what you say, watch yo mouth
Cuz my patents on paula thinking meiple
And I’m robbin the thickest niggas like a thin entrée
And we so tired
The quality don’t match up with our expenditures
Bite size or miniature
And I aint God, unorthodox author
They polishin an empty space
I’m furniture and finisher
Movin at a rapid pace so my maker can’t
Afford to keep my heart beatin
All about the paper chase
Don Quixote, you aspire like you Spanish
To land on somebody coattails
So hell I’m yele’
Soul hella heavy
C-0-2 would be the sole cause of global warming
Just to get to you
Jet fuel, fukc humanity
I need that there
Keep the missile
Right up under Rihanna’s arm hair
Chorus:
Aye, Aye Aye,
There aint no place
There aint no hope and it no grace
It aint no glory, it aint no gods
Just these scars against these odds
Verse II:
Being a Christian, I have limited my vision
Though I’m not a holy rapper
I still brandish a piston
Take flight cuz they might be in physical form
If you’re dormant in your religion you belong in a morgue
I lift em, I lift em
All for what we fightin for
Refugee of my union composing niggas a score
Can Priscilla renea or India shawn be my lauryn
Speak from my heart, not my loins
I’m a war wit
Yea, and me B.Ware on tour wit
They’ll illegally share us and transfer us through torrents
Biopics by Toure’, interviews with Corey
As my granddaughters cast my ashes over the Thames
Bickering over who will acquire the suites in Gatwick
Faded into the great beyond as I fly with
Yea, I’m a weapon without war
Threat from all of the people I’m fightin for
Chorus:
Aye, Aye Aye,
There aint no place
There aint no hope and it no grace
It aint no glory, it aint no gods
Just these scars against these odds
Verse III:
This was never for monetary gains or cars
Manufactured applause or affectionless drawers
This right her for me
Cant even say that this for yall
Flattered by your replies
My reflection displayed for all
Madness and Mayhem, uh
Is what would happen if
I decided to fly for myself with goals to bald
Rappers think they the shyt
Til they reach a nigga and stall
Realize I’m well equipped
Then I pull the plunger and flush em all
A missile
I soar like DWade on ya radar
Get knocked down seven.
I get up and pull the eight off
Form an alliance with the free and face off
Even in the midst of all this darkness
I, take off - Track Name: What You Doin
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Aye girl what you doin there with all that
Poking from the back
It’s curving through my plasma TV, 3D
Hold up, relax
You hear me on this CD
Look like graffiti with all these tats
They need it,
I feed em wax
And they sculpt it just like my dick
And I’m hopeless
Got this vendetta,
Vagina causes my grammar
To reach or drop to a level
That rivals Jesus competitors
Without a woman to settle with
Sediments rise
Evidence, dresses disguise devils
Exposing they thighs
Revel in strokin scrotums
Dismantle it hocus-pocus
Then pop up like Facebook chats
And I bloop til the night is over
Then loop the beat til like Hova
I prey my baby get me
And I wish she know she had me
Cuz good lawd have mercy
These hoes tempt me
Chorus:
(Aye what you doin girl, with all that)
She aint have to screw nothin
Move nothin
We blew somethin
To just sit back and do nothing
Verse II:
In the, middle of my soul I compose pain
My thoughts were the clearest,
Spirits lifted then hoes came
Prose framed
Gifted with scriptures so those solos sang
Like a 19 year old Tyrese Gibson
Til my throat showed veins
Sweet lady, sweet lady, sweet lady (Harmonies)
Woman
You never believed it
You never condoned it
You never conceived it
And as far as I can perceived,
You never belonged in
Never stayed long,
Let him creep in
Had me teetering off in the deep end
Swim along with the freaks and
This is liquid dreamin...
Flagrant
And I gotta do just what I gotta
And if I lose my pride
Guess what Sally swallowed
holla
Chorus:
(Aye what you doin girl, with all that)
She aint have to screw nothin
Move nothin
We blew somethin
To just sit back and do nothing
Verse III:
Sober mind drunken hearted
Depression started
Looking for a nice compartment
Wit an apartment to put my parts it
Valet, i aint even tryna park
Just pull up, pull out, then off again
So gassed up that I crash
Thirsting for love
Now I’m parched within
She bound to bend and I’m down to sin
Areola pop out that blouse
I’m real ratchet, no box spring
Just a mattress to work you out
You get turned on when my tunes up
Woman thou art loosed
In them new pumps
I bruise some but dont break hearts
Partake as I’m taken apart
One Ken doll with no purpose
Kem album I purchased
man whore will soon surface
Float a top cuz im drowned in hurt,
No worries
Blurry so hurry hurry
Run to the alter
I know you ain’t a hoe
But hoe remember what I taught you - Track Name: NoTiQ ft Jaime Christine - Sunday Saints
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Lord, I belong all to you
I lay my life down by your feet
Lord, I belong all to you
Deliver, remember sacrifice for me.
New view from the front pew
Gotta stay awake when your ma controlling the plate
Offering off a ring, tithe, how much do you make
Well tonight, it depends on how much booty did you shake
I can’t, I quit the drums. Pass that down to Smurf
I swear for lord, I don’t get hard when she move that purse
Flash back of last night, is that the same ol’ skirt
You’re a gentile, no need to convert, you are all welcome
No wrist bands necessary, kiss the cheek of the bouncer
Othro Evra patch right side of the hip, the freak come out you
Cross town route you take, so they never announce you
Bend it over like you dance at revival cause they’ll denounce you
ATLpics.com shawty I found you
To wash these sins away you need Jesus blood with a Piru
Got you, how you explain what you doing evenings
When I’m Sat. night slaying you
You Sunday creaming
Chorus:
Jamie Christine:
(Lord, I belong all to you
I lay my life down by your feet
Lord, I belong all to you
Deliver, remember sacrifice for me.)
Sunday Saint but I’m Sat. night sinning
Preacher wonder why his daughter be grinning
Orange Jubilee nourish me
Malt manna from the heavens
Next morning I’ll be feeling his presence
Sunday Saint but I’m Sat. night sinning
Preacher wonder why his daughter be grinning
Orange Jubilee nourish me
Malt manna from the heavens
Next morning I’ll be feeling his presence
What a wonderful blessing
Verse II:
I feel great, naw, I feel bad
Cause we showed up late, I gotta look at your dad
Quoting Luke 16:13
You already served me up, how you gon switch up teams
Room temperature we spew that
Praise and worship, I’m praying
Slobber out the side of my mouth eye crustation
Heart palpitation when I realize I’m snoring
They caught me on the monitor
Fuck, everybody saw it
Awfully off key, I do this for my Christmas-Easter members
New suit on casual day, cause you is a pretender
Parking lot fender bender, where the entrance or exits
Ain’t been here in so long that you forgot the direction
He’s an on time god,
But you late as a pregnant 15 years old girl
Getting dressed for school hiding from parents
Who just took out a loan for a missions trip to Yemen
To poison the minds of Muslims
We all about appearance, sh*t scary.
Chorus:
Jamie Christine:
(Lord, I belong all to you
I lay my life down by your feet
Lord, I belong all to you
Deliver, remember sacrifice for me.)
Sunday Saint but I’m Sat. night sinning
Preacher wonder why his daughter be grinning
Orange Jubilee nourish me
Malt manna from the heavens
Next morning I’ll be feeling his presence
Sunday Saint but I’m Sat. night sinning
Preacher wonder why his daughter be grinning
Orange Jubilee nourish me
Malt manna from the heavens
Next morning I’ll be feeling his presence
What a wonderful blessing
Verse III:
Now how will I evade
Lust filled nights I’m enslaved
I most feel like this fight for life is
Somewhat in vain
No fight for influence is foolish
Liken this to game
Level til leverage, never reach the side you against
This is the news I should the devil wit
Music cleric that I’m clever with
Iron, like the brownest metal hit
My spark shine dark. I’m God sent
So my shadow blackened like when Brandon spit
Eternal literature lit
Sunshine sh*t - Track Name: NoTiQ ft Christopher K.P. Brown - Sex Trafficking (Looking For Love)
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Pour Cristal down her belly button,
She ain’t tell me nothing, just turned around and took it
I take it, that this her plan out
She got her hand out,
My validation what she needs to stand out
Since five, probably wanted it bad
Sat down, watch dad, in the 80s smoking base
Watching Paul Francis Gadd, sad
I hear her scream like:
Looking for love
Looking for love
Looking for love
Hush baby let daddy focus,
Do your homework or something
Never looked at her grades, ashy elbows
Hands in his pants complaining bout pay
Praising them thugs slash hating
Baby, look at that Lex,
You know your mama used to get it like that
Mama’s a teacher.
Rock sweaters, jackets with buttons and shoulder pads
Hair in a bun, wallet sized pictures in pants
Posters of Pam Grier rear in her underpants
This her circumstance (Damn)
Financial woes set in after parents split
No longer could mom afford her ballet
A cheerleader she became
These programs was cost free
Had to raise money, walk the streets
In her two-piece, gon’ honk if you love it
Conditions that cause conditioning
Now its all her head like condition
Let it sit in. trickle diction in
You here to support the athletes
You just the curtains on the stage
Cant wait to open up and get past thee
You nasty. To gain more attention whore
Bloomers slipped your mind
Toe-touches atop the pyramid displaying your behind
You’re so behind
We love to lap like canines
Let my tongue saliva drip like your blood stains
If this is blood gang
Black love at all times is what the thugs claims
To show love, why we run trains
Hidden secrets, now she scarred
Rosario D, fifteen the sixth time she took the D
Escaped life, slipped into virtual reality
Trust easily handed, conversation demanded
But not for sex. This her dream love.
That’s all she know and now she needs love
And what he cling to
Beauty, size of her booty is what he fiend for
He liked her best in pajamas, Hello Kitty
Red wife-beater, no bra, hard nipples
Outline of her titties. Different cities.
Couldn’t feel her text
Explicit videos of her twat when she get wet
Shear exhilaration, pimples on her neck
In this way she connect with the other sex
He let his boys view
Teen Internet collection you never knew
Its sex traffucking and now you got a clue
Teen Internet collection you never knew
Its sex traffucking and now you got a clue.
Christopher K.P. Brown:
"Cutting edge technique
Mass distribution
Milky way pimps
Cyber space prostitution
Been turning tricks like this
Since the day she learned how to click
Goes worldwide at lunchtime
Thumbs reproduce this pic
Of her posing in the bed
With this teddy daddy bought her back when she turned five
When he cut off emotion she started looking online
Comments replace hugs as she opens up her inbox looking for love
This Milky Way pimp says I've been thinking of
It’s cool talking but can you send me some pictures of
As her adolescent fingers pull panties down the legs
She innocently uploads her purity in jpeg
This pimpled face pimp takes 15 minutes to spread her thighs
Around to friends sitting at the same table where she's fed
This mid day meal
Cyber space technique
Mass distribution leaves her ill
Virtually raped, and still
Looking for love
looking for love
looking for love. - Track Name: Blur
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This is that new anthem
Let your inhibitions show
A nigga see you dancin
Are you alone or with your friends
I’m standin with tandem
I don’t pick at random
And if they say I ran through em
Just take it, as I’m handsome
And tell your girlfriends
Easy with that handcuffin
I pay that ransom
My currency is currently romancing
Deposit my plans and
Transfer my advances
I wanna see your stacks on deck
Hope your balance is outstanding
Chorus:
You wanna dance til you lazy
Smoke til you hazy
Drink til you faded
and get fucked to this K.C.
Well, lets go, lets go, lets go
Verse II:
Yea, now
Deeply inebriated by the toxins
Watch it
Pelvic on your waist
Lord have mercy
Hands on my face on some clock shyt
Blasphemy, Oh my god its Godiva chocolate
I’m talking Zulu, you disturbing the peace
Shakin like Chaka
Like david she did her dance
But unholiness in my plans
Flintstones stucked under
Case I got pop pebbles like bam rubble
Damn, trouble I am,
Causin her to treble her glamorous outfit-
She say, I be gotdamn
Ease your siditynes
Its apparent you pretty and class that’s frivolous
I’m tryna see you get freaky and nasty and limitless
Yuh, see it’s a benefit to this penmanship
I learn the ways to display my emotions
so you feel this shyt
Chorus:
You wanna dance til you lazy
Smoke til you hazy
Drink til you faded
and get fucked to this K.C.
Well, lets go, lets go, lets go
Verse 3:
Its perfection in this moment
Your friends don’t condone it
And they wonder why they lonely now
So lets go, lets go, lets go…
Its perfection in this moment
Your friends don’t condone it
And they wonder why they lonely now
So lets go, lets go, lets go… - Track Name: Sunday Divorce
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Yea
This is my life, intertwined memorable moments
Endorphins is flowin, no pheromones from her body
But my nostrils open,
Just hopin
Don’t know if prayer gon work here
They still tryna murder my shawty
I thought the smoke was clear
Yea, mind is but emotions aint
Mine is, so fuck the States
And whats the stakes, Dante’s inferno
Burn baby burn in this first virtuous circle
I love this girl,
we could’ve been together, think about it
You ruined it now,
I hope you cant sleep and you dream about it
I hope ya conscious eats at you and you cant breathe without me
Or we can both take up our arms and be some beast about it
See Obama
Aye, shut up, I’m tryna talk
Hey Barack, Those are screams from souls that we lost
But you just threw us in another war
See you aint like who?
You took his place to lead a race,
that wants to see you die too
Chorus:
(Holy war, Sunday divorce)
Who art in heaven
Who throwin they mind for a reverend
Alhamdulillah, What we fight for
Battle so we can be in his presence
For the return of the first or the second
Or maybe nothin
Verse II:
This the story of Christian searching for kadijah
Pray benediction, all hail ceaser
Rome through pillage
Marry don’t weep, no cries of defeat,
Quench thirst of the meek
My mind so bold, yearn more of this moor
Jihad mi amor, plenty battles in store
Kilometers, I will trek this terrain
I move like lent, I’m quick witted babe
Though a little off base, when I land my terms,
If you willin to teach, I’m willing to learn
Breach of cultures, mores, truth be distorted
Get love imported, be a slave
Bethleham to medina, gotta cover these creeds and pillars
Til we reach the kaaba, praise to allah
My Somali misses, peace unto you
I bid you adieu, hallelujah
Chorus:
(Holy war, Sunday divorce)
Who art in heaven
Who throwin they mind for a reverend
Alhamdulillah, What we fight for
Battle so we can be in his presence
For the return of the first or the second
Or maybe nothin
Verse III:
Mama cover you fears
I know this sound is deafening, but definitely,
I decide what’s best for me
No lessening of homage successor of Yahweh
And lose deciphering God’s promise
Lover over all, love her over all, love her over laws
Fundamentalist draws, interest to clause
Cause Nicean withdrawls,
Atheist speaking, like what a fraud, he is
Jesus representor mentor, soul’s dinner
Repenter, her whole epicenter
While I quake for thine to, through ruble I climb
You are, the reason I shine, blind truth
If thou adhere to the law of the land,
Im through the roof, sedans to minivans
Me and you in the coupe
Til we raise our troops, the war continues
21 gun salute - Track Name: Semi-Automatic Bibles
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Yea
What is the American view
Who is the enemy, who the troops
What would you expect anybody to do
(my nigga) load up the semis
(my nigga) load up the semis
(my nigga) load up the semis
(my nigga) load up the semis
My niggas load up the semis
Semi-automatic Bibles on you
Verse I:
Catch a copper,
pop him, drop him, knock off his nostrils
(yea) load up the semis,(uh) load up the semis
(yea)stop him, shock him, shot him, lock him for that cilantro
(yea) load up the semis,(uh) load up the semis
Record on camera, learn em, spam em, take back yo city
(yea) load up the semis,(uh) load up the semis
(yea) enforce, harass, call em gangs, when there’s a peaceful assembly
(so)load up the semis,(uh) load up the semis
Chorus:
What is your plan, we done already ran
We done took way more than we can stand (nigga damn)
Constitutional truth, relay the gospel with proof
Our presence in despair. Our future, where will it land
What you gon do,What you gon do
What you gon do, what you gon do
When the semi-auto, se-se-semi-automatic
When the semi-se semi-automatic bibles on you
Verse II:
What if its nothing but us here
Me (me), you (you)
Intertwined in blindness, love will see (see) us through (through)
Pride bled, rooted red, devils eyes, blue
The spouses of others, you covet, but they aint been through
The stand up and be a man
The bitch you don’t understand
The my mama did, I can do it
The yo daddy is, I ain’t useless
The why don’t you fuckin do its
The you aint my wife, aint got my kids
I’m building my future, handling my biz
You right, you win in the format
I’m a man, cant be no dormat
Say you here to support my goals
But try to change em, and I ignore that
You got plans too. Lets explore facts
To never be seen as a poor black
Housewife, driving a caviler crazy, bi-polar on Prozac
So I’m packing the guns in the guitar
Case, I place my dreams coulda went far
Never forgave you, my fallen angel
Now we go back in forth like spars
Gambling saved me, bottle my haven,
Beat on each other to see stars
Forever your baby, forever my lady
How do we cease this war.
Chorus:
What is your plan, we done already ran
We done took way more than we can stand (nigga damn)
Constitutional truth, relay the gospel with proof
Our presence in despair. Our future, where will it land
What you gon do,What you gon do
What you gon do, what you gon do
When the semi-auto, se-se-semi-automatic
When the semi-se semi-automatic bibles on you
Verse III:
Multiple schisms (1,2 shoot)
State and religion
Niggas and bitches
Pardon my Christian (1,2 Ooo)
Pardon my Islam (1,2 Ooooooo)
Rich and the poor
Middle class, politicians
Gays in the war
Environment, corporate
Health budget (1, 2 blank)
Abortion and God (1,2…)
Ninety-niners and jobs
Light skin, dark skin
Black people, American (1,2 through)
Free speech, cencorship (1,2)
Resolution, revolution never ends
Its on you
Chorus:
What is your plan, we done already ran
We done took way more than we can stand (nigga damn)
Constitutional truth, relay the gospel with proof
Our presence in despair. Our future, where will it land
What you gon do,What you gon do
What you gon do, what you gon do
When the semi-auto, se-se-semi-automatic
When the semi-se semi-automatic bibles on you - Track Name: Hype Shyt
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They say NoTiQ we want that hype shyt
Well catch me on a feature
Cuz I be laid back like good head and strong reefer
The ill pap preacher, I’m agnostic
If you claim that you god sent
Good Friday and Easter gossip
This whole cd is Saturday, you think about latter day
I’m hell boy, blowin out ya car system
I been off set shawty, ask ralo
I was blowing trees, stealin shyt out the store with an empty bottle
So my heart wouldn’t hallow, we moved to p.s.
Suburban life was mostly full of b.s.
My sixth grade teacher told me that we less
These niggas believe that
As a means to survive I had to digress and repress
My blackness, I never had a problem with this but
When they say hello, I’m whats up and what the fuck
Ya whole accent is Anglo Saxon as I transition in between
A 83 and a 9-6 Michael Jackson
My mood was anti climatic from lack of sirens
Brain dramatic had to acclimate to this new climate
They was rockin Sacony’s collar shirts with new balance
For me i held no worth, for them I held malice
Chorus:
I’m just a pretty nigga from Albany, raised in Marietta
Suburbs showed me no pity now I’m doin better
Although broke I spread hope, nothing other than ill quotes
I’m just a pretty nigga from Albany, raised in Marietta
Suburbs showed me no pity now I’m doin better
Although broke I spread hope, nothing other than ill quotes
Verse II:
I whore myself to the public, I’ll never get pregnant
You don’t have a big enough budget, you’ll never get it
Maybe its my high standards, maybe I will regret it,
Hopefully I will die before im a 50 year old lesbian
So how you black bitch lawyers out here dreamin for husbands
I can know relate, cuz with music I’m feelin this torment
Don’t even get horny, the man you wont don’t even exist
And they fans I lust searchin for them number one hits
So I slang dick, one night stand, syphilis riddled
6 months them sores HIV, its sickle
My cells ameba, fall fickle and I’ll remain
The illest muthafukca in the game without aid.
Chorus:
I’m just a pretty nigga from Albany, raised in Marietta
Suburbs showed me no pity now im doin better
Although broke I spread hope, nothing other than ill quotes
I’m just a pretty nigga from Albany, raised in Marietta
Suburbs showed me no pity now im doin better
Although broke I spread hope, nothing other than ill quotes
Verse III
In honor of my father, I live life awkwardly honest.
If I be admonished.
May it be for not for monetary success that I achieve?
Its sucks that I am he and he aint here inspires me
I was tired god, I mean shyt, I was tryna be Common
This universal mind control is easy to repeat
Not yet defeat, im not discreet, can’t discredit me on a beat
So she attributed, distributed to souls on feet
Ask me what else I write about TBC, more on me
The former moron me
This is all reflected. Promise all recollected
No discretion so keep ya punitive damages
Outlandish, her mouth birth words, spoken through Spanish
After 8 shots of Milagro
Picasso paint in her canvass
Call it language arts
Here to keep Atlanta planted
Marietta veteran Lockheed Martin
