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The Journey

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I can't sleep

I keep thinking of her

and those thoughts are deep

I keep thinking of her

and where she ought to be

Hoping she's having beautiful thoughts of me

Although I know its to soon,

she's apart of me

So I don't give her a part of me

I give her all of me

Because like crack to pooky

or the sirens from Greek methodology

Her love is calling me

And it may not be love

but it is something

So I'm drawn to see what she's about without any regards for thee

consequences and/or repercussions

I will swim with puncture wounds

through shark infested water

I will crawl with the crocs draped in pork chops

through the swamps down in Florida

I will climb mt. Everett buck naked with sandals on

I will build a time machine travel back to the time between pre-historic to Babylon

Sacrifice a mastadon as an offering to you not to praise

just the wa...

f..reest.... yle

My whole flow throw back

Goes back a time in my life when I use to throw back

Ecstasy my eyes would roll back

Like when I was sexing freaks

I Skeet skeet on my throw back

A hoes trap

is putting that on a old cat

Have a baby by him she won't be millionaire

But she'll be looking for that child support at

Dummies but the men who want them are even more stupider

While I'll have nothin to do with her

They going leave their wives and move wit her

That be to them

This be to me

I F#@k the out a chick

My like immoneum (?) A D

Send her on her way but she never want to leave

No shame I can't blame 'er

fr....ee...style

I'm so motivated

I'm thinking success is overrated

If barack and hova made it

Then why can't I

Yeah I am not

But My confidence

Have me people confusing me with being a pompous prick

My dominance is ominous

In tune with goons

Whose money is longer than kilometres

free.....style

I'm a make it my mission

To play my position

So every move made and decision

Is made with the wisdom

That the streets were passed down to me like a religion

So I'm

Imprisoned

By an existence

Steeped in ***ed up traditions

I ain't bullting

Just pissing on

the ideology u based the way you living on

Even if how I live is wrong

I'll be on my death bed

Begging my loved ones to fulfill my death wish

To please place on my tombstone that I did it my way

And I'm unapologetic

Don't yall forget it

I'm a memory in the making

More degrees than a mason

So I not only feel what you mean

My third eye can see what u sayin'

I ask you if cash rules

Then why should I be bashful

About trying to get pass dudes

Or having to use gun and mask moves

Because real walk in silence

And keep the heat tucked

Beneath nuts

Just in ca...

freestyle

Everything I write is

Autobiographical

My authenticity is unmatchable

The phrase fake MC is not attachable

Unimaginable

To him

I spit hard like my words are loose flem(?)

Cuz what's out now I don't listen to them

give'em a penny for their thoughts

Cuz their thoughts ain't worth 2 cents

Real talk

I got 3 BM' s

5 babies

All DNA certified

No if ands or maybes

Cuz even if my ex lady was the best lady

I'm still going need a bloodtest baby

I got is-suuuuuse

Been this way since the first day I was over uncles house

and saw that trey pound

Pis-toooool

On his dresser in his room at his apartment

That's when he schooled me he said don't start

Or use to settle petty arguments

And never ever hesitate

when its time to put enemies in coffins

See moms birthed me

Unk groomed me

ALLAH saved me

I am now Sunni

freestyle ......

Cut throat

I'm the type to say *** hope

The type to tuck dope

Beneath where my nuts go

I'm nutso

I'm Gusto

I'm the feign in central bookings with his mug broke

In other words I'm cruddy

I use to *** freaks that's slutty

Raw dee

Thats why raw dee is what they called me

Because of how some broads freaked

And what me and my squad be

My mob deep

My Baltimore peeps

South ,west,north east

Especially the northeast

im back

Money ain't a thing

but a way up out this

I can't wait to get up out this

And live without this

Packs on this strip again

Gats on my hip again

Don't ask me for my friend

I'm back on my again

Back on the bricks

Chicks back on my

The jack in the piff a

And theon this chick

Got me ready to forget

why I was even mad at this

Grab me a whip

A lac or a vic

So I can lean back in my

Still sell feign crack and its whipped

Grab my yak and I sip

And remember the times

I couldn't get no rap from a chick

when I was imprisoned with time

In the division of crime

That's the DOC

Me lo key

Vehind steal still me O G

I'm real

Gangster real

But you don't want the drama

You don't want to be the reason

I do more numbers

And miss more summer

Tay has been this way of since he was...

freestyle. ...4

76 inches just under 4000 ounces

Paperbag brownskin

Raised on the hood low income housing

But now all I know is parenthood like Robert Townsend

I'm bouncing if I see the bull-ish coming

Because me don't want it

Me not going back to jail that seems redundant

Shiiid

I've seen the bosses of bosses

Accosted and applauded

Kidnapped and clapped

By rosses and mosses

Ef all that I'm trying to watch monsters

With my lil monster

Anybody get in the way of that getting trucked Like Tonkas

Only way to stop me is to stop me

Motivated not y

Confident not conceited

You have to give me a lose

Before victory is conceded

I mean it I have to literally be de-feeted.

Unable to stand on my own two

Even then I'm still beefing

Like what you wanna do....

freestyle. ...3

They ask Tay how

can you give it to'em

Nasty nate style

No homo

But my dumba$$ will ish on heads

To let the next doe-doe

Know

Seeing big yo is a no-no

Oh no him back

Back on his best BS

regress because of the BS

I've repressed

I am jest....

H-O...double L

Y wood (would)

I put

A brother up, up, up,

And awaaaay in some ply wood

My hood my money my kids

This is what I use to live for

Until l realized

This is what brothers are willing to die and kill for

freestyle. ...2

Freestyle ...jrying to see if I still got it

The flow made up of nostalgic ish

No love nothing positiveIn my metropolis

Dudes eatingÂ while I'm hungry like hippopotamiss

So I'm still beefing ,and out for blood like philbotimis

That's why I gotta spit....loogie

Gotta ish ....dookie

Emcees who ballI gotta strip yall

MOOKIE

Old school

But still better be respected like I'm spose to

Cuz your big homies pays homage

Yall just the brother brothers go thru

I'm big ahk in the joint on stage I'm Hollywood Ham

Yall can choose what to call me as long as yall know I'm the man

Effin with me you effin with the wrong one

Not dark skinneded Glenda or light skinneded Shawns son

All I do palm gun and shootem

All I do front weight to hoodlums

Soooo if I ain't what the truth is

Then who is

I was raised by shootasÂ Dope fiegns with rugers

Plus I got a team of Abdullah...


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