Simply out of this world by The too much for the soul to enjoy
I on the void and I fill it Hopin' the ain't give in and give up So listeners give up your ears, it's hero From here on a like high, I give off Live off my lie and my itchin' for a new breath here's the calamine And I to camoflauge with other guys You see my mind is amused of they head I so got 'em, as hypnosis of 'cause, I talk they don't just watch I make 'em feel it, the unfamiliar A rush of your you can pick up a buildin' You can become a killer, if properly The one's free, next time I'll be billin' ya
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Don't let the pain I swear my will provide as a painkiller A painkiller, a 16 of let it chill Joe That lil' that you feel, feel good don't it? Just sit back and relax and it easy And let the play Close your eyes, uninspired Pay me no mind, I put Adderol in Riddle them with Ritalin, deficit Niggas start listenin', and I'm givin' them The that they brain need Them niggas sick of hip-hop so appointed me And I but the IV inside of me And ignorance was drug of but they OD'd Couldn't alone 'em I am the leader The young that the OG's still believe in And if you not convinced on promotin' them I breathe life in the game, are Kevorkian provokin' suicide but as soon as signed I drew designs for consumer's so in time I do it for all y'all, do it for all Don't gotta long The has arrived just be patient Please,
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See, say one has to know the past to last in the present. So I, bask in the weather while the presence of these laggers lend me they rappin' to give to my brethren. My nigga this is more than a vocal booth, is my, only truth, this is my risin' up. So you can ask Black Thought if I my Roots. Shit, before you? uest my Love for this, just know we play Q-Tip in the Q before you knew T.I.P. And you knew T.I.P. I was tippin' strippers properly to Pussy Poppin'. So, when you ask me "What you know about that? ", ironically I'm you the same question partna'. I am hip-hop. Past, and future. I can rap on some old Primo, sound like the present Sigo and make it feel a sequal to the new me, bitch. I'm Wale, the prescription.