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

If you're for trouble
You gotta look far
the presence of dark

2]
The is 5625
Niggas is and stompin' in church, waiting for Jesus to come back alive
Niggas is still (conscious), on E.T. to come out the sky
Stop all these crimes, mentally ill and out of mind
Niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas is still awaiting for fleck to get some
Niggas is still like Damn, I was just talkin' to the other day, how did they die? Why?
Niggas is still (conscious), waiting for to admit that they lied
Since we all comrades, (let them niggas up in them contracts)
You accept that its generous, just 'cause the man let his off your neck just a little bit
If that shit - if that shit - if that shit was threatening, you wouldn't that it did exist
They wouldn't - they wouldn't - they would've hid that shit from you, like all of your
brought - they brought - they brought Bill Nye back from the dead just to get at me
They so many agents my way, I could start an agency
(You are conscious)
all about branding, all about branding, feel like a fraternity, niggas wanna brand me
Niggas want Grammys, niggas want families, niggas think I'm crazy, I don't own a thing
Where the fuck's the manual? They can't understand me, can't understand me
All that shit go, all that shit is trash, there is not a Plan B
(You are conscious)
Where do all of that go, where we end up, where we all landing?
This is just a shit-show, this is just a Citgo, I am passing
(You are conscious)

I've so far
Couldn't you how far
Feels as I have been
A million at once
Many lives I lived
Many I've fought
I've fought, and
If looking for trouble
You ain't look far
the presence of dark
Wouldn't be any
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 share of
had my share of lessons
And I know what hell is
And I ask you question
If we, ourselves, ain't
Then how could we know heaven is like?