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Lonely Thoughts (Remix)
I
rain, I
rain, I
rain, I
rain [Rapsody:] Penny for a
beggar, beg to differ These just my lonely thoughts that sometimes get off with some liquor So I
don't drink so much no more at war with my own picture What you thought it was? Cause I
ain't perfect as the
dove in scriptures Tight as two sisters but my favorite color black They say the
color purple royal soil on my back From the
war that I
been fighting just to make it off the
map I
was waiting for the
sun to set, they intrigued with the
black I
guess the
pitch is like my soul Worn out just like my Fo's I
took the
blue pill yesterday The
key to all my goals Going over songs we like and songs we don't Don't wanna fall short as the
gnomes and I
have yet to visit Rome 24 inches how we used to dream of chrome Last year my sister moved from New Orleans and she ain't need no loans We light up like the
scones when talkin money trees How you don't eat pork but smoke holy on tobacco? Weed I
never breath, another breed, Q, Phife, Ali Shaheed Check the
rhyme It's just my time to kill It like the
purge this spring Deep as the
valleys in the
Philippines and up in Cali They say this tape is like an album Threw one in the
galaxy all for free Magna carter I
been part of My independent ass motherfucker they couldn't water Down look around the
takeover dun took over And we been doing shit that you average rapper can't shoulder So, what's next I
suspect your death Welcome to the
game where we trained to never follows refs Lot of great players, but we as better as a
team You learned that watching Miami and the
spurs just this spring Scary as the
ring in the
well On the
scale I
weigh like the
Bronson or Adele I'm shell as full jacket metal Madame I
replicated the
summer of Sam, damn Kill at ran-damn (random) I'm like VanDam stuck in a
damn Damn, who is the
killa? With agility Flow bend like that around Anguilla Got the
skill of thriller Came from underground to get a
mill or Two Everyday I've wrote, it seemed to wanna rain a
few I
guess I'll reign for you, Philly to NY Just to wet you up I'm tear ducts to a
dry eye My my what he told me reciting OBI, Kenobi "You'll be the
death of me solely" I
told him showly, I
agree I'm Ali, cross um like Doji Sting like wasps I
serve um losses they lowley Call me young achilles cause I
snap on these like Kobe Now Back to talking bout my day it went smoothly I
woke up hella early, last night watched a
movie And compared it to my life like Tootie boobies, the
come up, like the
sun up, when ya son up mornings crying for juices Adolescents Never stress um Developed I
bless um Denaun thanks for the
blessing One of the
best in the
game I
still remain, outside still writing in the
rain, I
reign [Chance the
Rapper:] Why don't you come home at night no more, no more Why can't you see past a
thing, no more Yeah I
see the
gun but it's a
pellet Yeah the
ball is in your court, but it's appellate They sayin Acid was an album retail it I
said I
got way too much soul for me to sell it That's why godfather tied the
cape on my shoulders Said save em from false prophets and wolves in sheeps' clothing I'm a
little too hard to be slept on I'm a
little too sharp to be stepped on A
little too Pac for the
septum I'm so pretty I
make mirrors blush I
spit the
shit in a
party to make your ear adjust I'm a
parapalegic parrot with a
pair of crutches in a
no fly zone On the
phone talking bout how Bush trying to disparage us There's a
metaphor if I
expound There's a
better score in the
next round Me and raps go together like donuts and fresh ground Coffee, I'm awfully softly spoken In Autumn, fall leaf clovin My posters on dry wall and my banners are star spangled My demons get charred, mangled, Chancelor the
Archangel I
don't pray for chart singles I
grab life by the
ankle like Kurt Angle And ask it if it's ticklish Ask me if that's ridiculous I'm a
meticulous fickle dude That just happens to spit a
little bit And you can tell I
rapped this off my phone Cause you can hear that ringtone in the
background but I'm in the
zone [Big K.R.I.T.:] I
can't call this rapping, more like relapsing Don't feel like talking if you metaphorically speaking My nigga told me all those similes that don't be reaching And those beats you rather sequence are leaving We should be preaching teaching kids something Maybe the
ones and twos or how you flew the
coup During duck season We out here dying like everyone said motherfuck breathing The
hood ain't known for angels so motherfuck grieving Who can we trust either? Well I
can't trust neither, friend or foe Cause it sure as the
rise of sun they'll cut you like ninja swords Beware of the
drunken masses that tattled by business woes For the
very villains that you hone your skills of killing for The
Geishas that you favour pretend like they love your kind Rather piece of your kingdom than a
piece of your mind In a
world of sightseers, love is blind These lonely thoughts pass the
time on my way to Zion
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