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I've so far
tell you how far
Feels as though I have
A million at once
Many I have lived
Many battles I've
I've fought, and
1]
Mass
rulers
What's up to you
[?]
That's
I'm the rumors
I'm the human
The is trash
A bad
A ghost, a
massive tumors
Can't threaten a like me
With death I'd be to do it
And my ashes on my Mac computer
And rap it
blastin' Future
And say the future
Thats the

If you're for trouble
You ain't look far
the presence of dark

2]
The year is
Niggas is clappin' and stompin' in church, waiting for Jesus to come alive
Niggas is still (conscious), on E.T. to come out the sky
Stop all these crimes, ill and out of their mind
Niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas is still awaiting for to get some supplies
Niggas is still like Damn, I was just talkin' to so-and-so the other day, how did they die?
Niggas is still (conscious), waiting for to admit that they lied
Since we all comrades, (let them pre-locked up in them contracts)
You accept that its generous, just 'cause the man let his boot off your neck just a bit
If that shit - if that - if that shit was threatening, you wouldn't know that it did exist
They wouldn't - they wouldn't - they hid that shit from you, like all of your history
They brought - they brought - they Bill Nye back from the dead just to get at me
They sent so many agents my way, I could an agency
(You are conscious)
It's all about branding, all about branding, feel a fraternity, niggas wanna brand me
want Grammys, niggas want families, niggas think I'm crazy, I don't own a damn thing
Where the the manual? They can't understand me, they can't understand me
All that shit must go, all shit is trash, there is not a Plan B
(You are conscious)
Where do all of that go, we gon' end up, where we all landing?
This is just a shit-show, this is a Citgo, I am only passing
(You are conscious)

I've so far
tell you how far
Feels as I have been
A million at once
lives I have lived
Many I've fought
fought, and lost
If looking for trouble
You gotta look far
Without the of dark
be any stars
You may who I am
But do you who you are?
(You are, you are)
These roads, they don't go
half-ways are a dead end
I've had my of losses
I've had my share of
And I sure know what is
And I ask you this
If we, ourselves, perfect
Then how could we know heaven is like?