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by Fresh Air

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1.
(Prod. INFNTLP) LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF IT'S FRESH, THE NIGGA WITH THE COOLEST SHELL IT'S FRESH, THE NIGGA WHO'S THE COLDEST SO SICK, WHEN I WROTE THIS THE MISSIONARIES APPROACHED IT FEELING HOPELESS SO SICK, ON MY YETI FLOW, THE CAMERAS LOSE FOCUS OF THIS NOVICE WITH A GOLD STATE OF MIND LIKE BOGUT THE YOUNG SUBURBANITE WHO MIGHT BE ON THE HERB TONIGHT TRYNA MAKE THIS PERFECT SO THE CHICKS WILL COME AND TWERK IT, RIGHT? IS IT WORTH THE FIGHT? WORKING 'TIL I HURT MY LIFE WRITING IN MY BASEMENT, SLEEP WHEN I FLIRT WITH LIGHT WAKE UP LIKE A VAMPIRE BLOOD RUSHING WHILE SCRIPTING THESE STORIES, BUT NO CAMPFIRE DAMN LIARS, APPROACHING. ENCROACHING ON MY LINES, GIVE ME FIVE FOR THE MOMENT I'M FINE WITH THESE LINES, THEY DEFINING MY MIND CAUSE MY MIND IS A MINE ABOUT BLOW ON A DIME ON THE GO, ALL THE TIME, NEVER STOP, ON A ROLL, BUT NEVER WATCH KEEP IT GOING 'TIL THE FOES ARE DEEP BELOW HIM CREEPING OUT THIS FREAKING MOMENT CREATURES (AND THEY SEEK ATONEMENT) FIENDING, FIRE, BREATHING, DRAGONS, ON HEATHENS, SLASHING, THE DEMONS, FOX IN THE GRASS THEY STEAMING LIKE WILLIE BEAMEN LOOKING FOR MY ASS, WHAT THEY REALLY TRYNA GRAB IS THE CASH AND MY DAME, AND THEN THEY LEAVING IN A DASH (CRASH) Crash Bandicoot blastin this candid loop The outlandish truth I tear the roof in booth So uncouth like I bottomed up a 40 proof And let one loose like Meatwad's tooth Oups, adult swim reference But I'm still a tot Fresh out of the vas deferens Plus 17, so check this message I'm makin magic using madness as my method I'm makin music using magic, currently Spittin to the third degree, might burn a beat And the bridges, sever bonds from the snitches Eatin snickers, as they snicker at my stitches They fishy like Ishmael, shifty and kiss tail And sip ale, tell tall tales about they chick sale Not buyin that, can see the lie in that With a lions eye no deny I'm spying that Stop supplyin that, fake waste that's makeshift Crammed in bars like niggas are on the slave ship Block em out like Ibaka with the aegis Knock em out like Ali with a racist Can't face this, like void, nigga I'm faceless Can't face this too basic need lasik F.A. SICK YOU DON'T HATE THIS JUST EMBRACE IT
2.
(Prod. James Business) Let me take a breathe of Fresh Air Roll out my bed pullin naps out my hair One step then another to the bathroom I pivot Givin thanks to God or whoever got me livin Though a little bit timid, quiet at times I give thanks up high for acquiring rhymes For inquiring minds and the masses who blind In due time we'll bring bonds and brake binds And when I die, remember me More holy then Tony Montana fallin off the balcony And the worlds mine not confined by dumb minds Want more time to unwind And let go, lets go another lo Cation, cakin and day wastin No arms for harm, that's so rayman In the Amazon feelin so amazin Every time I wake up tryna get my pace up While girls apply make up tryna raise my stakes up Usin my time to recline and rewind With each line I reach climb til he shine Let me take a breathe of Fresh Air Step out the door pullin naps out my hair One step then another to my civic I pivot My last car I flipped so thank God that I'm livin Or whoever, who weathers the weather and makes it better For endeavors that's requiring my effort Who pulls the lever to start the machine that levees the pressure And relieves the regime From the torque that leaves minds contorted And the work that leaves time aborted Lift up like forklifts never forfeit That's farfetched don't need Pokemon to know this, and I Never say somethin mean, unless I mean it Cuz karma strikes back like Darth Vader and phoenix Don't let your spark flames like Venus Cuz its a cold world but we don't need more heaters Feel like I'm runnin in a human race In my face there's people who out pace Basically, I'm not winnin But I'm grinnin in this room where I'm livin Live each day like its my last night Cuz one day I'll be right Live each day like its my last night Cuz one day I'll be right, right
3.
The Gods 02:21
(Prod. James Business) I remember wakin early on the Saturday Watchin cartoons and anime Runnin outside in the end of may Prayin for June to come and forever stay I remember crushin Kanto on the GBA Kickin back as a CD play Good times, nothin better Never worry bout the cheddar as long as we all together United, emotions ignited Excited about things forgotten in silence As we grow old, go mold with cold souls Forgettin we would win like Oboes Oh no, so let me take a step back Cool Yu-Gi-Oh cards I respect that Toys on commercials I expect And complained when I didn't get that Mumbled words under breathe, what was that, nothin Then go to my room like I told em off or somethin Youngin, frontin Livin, lovin Burnin my tounge on somethin fresh the oven Still ate about a dozen A dummy, nah, just blame it on age The faze of livin in a daze Amazin No cagin I thank God for the g o ds The good ol days, as we proceed
4.
Elbows 03:49
(Prod. James Business) As I wake up on this Friday feelin Fresher then I ever have Call me Reggie Miller askin questions where the pressure at Talk smack to spike lee, kill the crowd with my Nike's And got 7 mill on my chest like Tom Jones, icy Chill, I'm drawlin, but my mind state is ballin And braggin and boastin I bet, bangin beats is my callin Not really rushin like Stalin, just fallin with my union In this cold world no Truman we just ride around soul cruisin Supply a round of that goose and, not even old enough drink But at this party we boostin, nigga no time think We young and havin fun, right now eff the repercussion The kush rolled in the bluntin and they puffin on the stuffin From second hand, might be high by the time I ride out Huntin for some grubbin and this fancy place I eyed out Stepped in lookin like we off Cain no Abel Feelin so unstable but I'm Eatin Fettuccine Alfredo with my elbows on the table I don't pay fares or play fair, I like to live Laissez Fair enough my character be free but no AJ Ease the mind, leave the binds, unless they Amanda All that and a bag chips just layed up in Atlanta Eatin lobsters, who formally worked as dancers Ballin like AI bet you know the answer But really I'm just kickin, killin while time tickin Livin while light dippin out the backdoor in the kitchen I'm just sittin, watchin shows til its time to rock a show Knock em sock em hot with flows for chicks flier then Gotham hoes I mean why should I stop it though tryna become a topic bro So coolin in the tropicals really become possible Cruisin in the Caribbeans With interchangeable woman like Aunt Vivian Fantasies got me feelin unstable Livin in a fable Eatin Fetticcine Alfredo with my elbows on the table With my elbows up, don't care, I ain't goin no where Doin what I want, til a nigga hangin with BasedGod, so rare Elbows up, care less, never catch me bare stress Kick back, sick naps, don't really matter if my hair mess I'm cool, watchin DBZ Feelin like Frieza, blowin all the green Like Namek the planet but never panic Cuz life has up and downs like manic No need to stretch it depress it I keep on groovin bro Music is the movement that I'll try to keep on doin so Improvin, each step relieve stress, I'm free My piece of mind in peace, it's time to for me to be I'm a modern day renaissance man With the essence of adolescence still flexin so ever present This for the niggas stressin over a text message Sent to they ex with os next to the exes Just relax, until my next hit Elbows up, truthfully be my lesson No stressin, live each day like its a blessin Til we restin in heaven do something that feels refreshin Until everyone feel stable Eatin Fetticcine Alfredo I'm like dumb Ed, gravy and mash potatoes With my elbows on the
5.
Cooler 02:07
(Prod. James Business) I'm in the city that never sleeps cuz slumber is for the weak Strollin down the street lookin for some to eat or somethin for under sheets Sheesh I'm gettin geeked cuz this week I'm tryna live up to the peek and uh Prolly puff some weed, promise to keep it secret uh Mackin with this queen, intentions of only freakin her Don't judge me, edge rougher then rugby Not drownin in money but enough to keep my pockets sunny Honey, chill with me near the sea Or the bleeder seats or an eaterie With you I'm tryna be, at least for right now Cuz the future is a mystery, so pipe down And enjoy the sight sound, see what you believe And the sky is the limit, so reach as you please Its the bees and knees to satisfy your needs Until your knee deep in a heep you wanna heave Ho, live on the line like free throws Ready to jet like Tebow Tryna find a freak ho, who handle balls like Nurse Joy To get my head hot til it hurts boy Don't judge, not a time to hold grudge It's time to stay cool, and time to show love Not tryna be chauvinistic, nor live like a statistic Just takin what I'm givin and use it as a ballistic And launch, blast off, team rocket Away from these cats with money on they logic Cuz I'm cooler, then the son of King Cold, brother of Frieza Bumpin King Cole with the soul, of an old geezer The sole leader, of my own life, and my zone tight So til I'm zoned out, I lead the way of my own life You know I'm, (cooler), right
6.
(Prod. James Business) Everybody stand in attendance the menace is back from Venice With a wet flow goes in the middle of the sentence And he spittin fresh cuz the dentist With a loud mix like the tenant is an unruly chemist Beat is my medi, cine, so I get in on the double like Noah's Ark Eatin some veni, son, spittin on this art leave it dearly depart Now watch it come back after martyr even harder, with a pimp slash zombie walk Welcome back Kotter, nice talk then I draw yah to another zone like chalk Take you to another zone you zonin roamin Better luck findin an A plus ronin Better luck findin fightin a roman with the core of Conan And tactics of a Trojan Now watch me catch these kids, attention Get my twitter mentions, up Higher then the wright's brothers greatest invention Or Bill Gates pension, yup And with no luck I'm a first round pick Cuz this verse sound sick, yuck Please and best believe Jers always sunny so suck Ds Plug in the word, choose your own adventure My favorite book series, nigga Ballin like lifetime Y member Shootin those threes with fury, nigga Fear me, nigga, pardon my french Try to keep it clean but I gotta stay mean I aint tryna be that nigga clappin hard on the bench Tryna run the team an lean green machine
7.
(Prod. INFNTLP) Hello America pardon the interruption Tryna make somethin in this world full of corruption With crooked cops and they bluffin they Superbad and Mclovin Tryna keep it truckin but losers lackin the trustin Still I hustle and bustle until I sprout The muscle to bounce the struggle, then I'm out On my way to make pay before mayday From kickin like Pele in pay less and eatin paydays Used to be like AKs, never jam So I spray spit to get on every mic stand Might land in Tokyo with Toriyama and fam Eatin tariyaki like Kobiyashi withstands Wanna hear my name in demand man Wanna hear my name in demand Sayin you the man, a Dexter to Mandark Distracted by the double ds while sippin a land shark Still I keep on going Monday to Sunday keep on flowin Hopin one day that the people gon know him Still I keep on going Threw mundane Mondays one day I'll show em One day I'm golden Hello America, welcome to verse two Let me see what these words do The powers in the purse and the purse is held by the pussy Maybe I'm talkin females or money that overlook me I'm a rookie, a pawn in front of kings Rollin L's in the night til the fat lady sings Skipped the bishop just a hic up in my path For the cream and a queen and my dream of livin fast Lane crash don't wanna be a lame ass So I trained my brain to unchain insane raps Hit em with another rhythm, so they shout my name Fresh Air and I'm here to get em, the money and the fame The honey like Winny, not for nuetrons Like Jimmy just layin on futons Starin at the ceilin, seein Master P No limits on Sistine masterpiece So I keep on going Monday to Sunday keep on flowin Hopin one day that the people gon know him Still I keep on going Threw mundane Mondays one day I'll show em One day I'm golden Hello America, pardon the distortion Give it a minute I'm foreboding First the snare triple hit as I try this missile spit Do it for the little kids who hear and try to riddle this Rhythm, get em til the record skips Remember in the other verse the flow was effortless Now it's kinda difficult, rhyming just to fit the note Forgettin the reason why I'm even spittin dope When the beat has given up, why am I spittin tough Smitten by wicked stuff that probably gon stitch em up Still I keep on goin, as I'm dying with sound Drag me through the ground so my body never found Forgotten as a no one gettin shot by the shogun Nobunaga Oda, shreddin up this shonen Wont fade away like Yoda, I'm a force to be reckon But let me cool off for a &second& Then I'll keep on going Monday to Sunday keep on flowin Hopin one day that the people gon know him Still I keep on going Threw mundane Mondays one day I'll show em One day I'm golden
8.
The Feel 03:44
(Prod. James Business) Let me paint the picture perfect at the party scene Saw this hotty, with a body that kinda mean Thought to approach, though I didn't know her Or anyone, except a bro who called like red rover Bein a loner, bidin my own time The chick went sohcahtoa started to show signs So I co signed, moved until we tangent Blonde hair, looks out the planet like she Samus Got nervous, quoted Captain Planet like The power is mine, so take advantage for she vanish sight Didn't say it, but I thought it Then I asked how her day started Awkward pause, followed by some laughin Asked her what she planned to do after this But quick she dipped and turned Casper What a disaster But she got me like She got me feelin the feelings I shouldn't feel like She got me feelin the feel, got me like Let me paint the picture perfect at another party scene Couple weeks from the last time shorty seen Lookin mean, I mean I gotta hurry A shot of liquid confidence, vision gettin blurry Almost losin consciousness, suck it up like Kirby I move, like Lil Wayne I ain't got no worries Sorry for the wait, my time I dedicate You're not a human being, you a star from outta space My feelings got no ceiling, without doubt You got me thirsty, help me out of the drought Tryna hit this hook line sinker into your thinker Tryna get my turn fore you turn like a blinker In your Foreman grill before four men start swarmin Formin like Voltron, come together and close in We got chemistry down to the protons Hidden potential like Gohan, you got me like She got me feelin the feelings I shouldn't feel like She got me feelin the feel, got me like
9.
Catallus 03:38
(Prod. INFNTLP) Now tell me if you felt this way The love that you thought took off from the start Left a dart in your heart now you lost in the dark Without even a spark Drowned by dismay Dismal, she had yah blood rushin just from her dimples Simple mathematics, she plus you equal more then Craftmatic Got feelin crack addict, and the drug was her But she left you soul cracked what bad savage She hacked and slashed like DMC Took a samurai sword and made half and half Of thee MC who speakin with the catalyst of Catullus Lets be honest Lesbia you need to stop attracting us Distracting us from our quest of love I mean there's the final boss but you mess us up My princess right there but you embodying bowser Bullying my body tryna bust through the tower Cower in fear you Bill Cohwer and steel My love then made a shield with powers of feel Lings, that linger from my finger Now I'm stuck in the thinker Probed in the pose, the prose that arose is this flow that I show And it goes how this goes But nobody knows the trouble I've seen In seventeen years of livin in a dream I've had nightmares, life stare right through my soul Might care maybe not but I'm tellin so This my talent show, laugh if you want This my talent show, clap if you want But I know while half of em front, I'm tryna be blunt Now tell me if you felt this way The love that you thought took off from the start Left a dart in your heart now you lost in the dark Without even a spark Shot you in your face hole, shocked and you distasteful Waste of space wait in place now you hateful Go ahead take a plateful
10.
FF-Fresh 03:01
(Prod. James Business) I feel like I'm Trapped in the Capital wasteland Fresh out the vault with a mic in my waistband Fightin eight bandits wrapped in ace bandages Who wait, bearin bags bigger then Santa is Sorry mate, gotta dash quick Kid about to start a stampede like Vash did So wit my Tri force and my Tri gun, I run No need to die when the story just begun That was the prequel, now on to the main event Fresh to my left with a 40 no lent Reality to my right revvin up for the fight This gonna be a good night Pardon my insanity bout to reach an epiphany Dodgin shots from Yosemite more like he keep on missin me Still count it as a victory, to raise my vanity Welcome to my, Final Fantasy I'm lost in this world of weed money and girls Thieves honeys and Gs who be huntin for pearls Leave me in dust so much I don't trust So I'm stuck And lost, lost in this world of drug money And honeys who play trick like bugs bunny So what's funny, this kid stuck on this planet see So this my final fantasy I feel like I'm Trapped in a deadman's wonderland With the son of sam throwin bands hunnid grands And rob van dam is throwin hands poppin bands Rockin brands Stunnaman manufactured for his fam Damn, livin life to the maximum For diamonds and pearls like Pokemon Platinum With the swag Ash Catch wit a snap back That the mad hat would try snatch back And I'm takin shots to head like courier seven Sippin til I'm slippin in a coma visitin heaven Kissin on these vixens with lips like Jynx And mix light pink into my diet til I spin like Link And chicks like Sphinx, goddess who got on they knees The hottest acknowledge for college Plus a scholarship if she spreads like hollow tips Man I'm losin it My mind sick influenza is the influence I'm losin it Got myself askin who is this
11.
Who, Me? 03:55
(Prod. INFNTLP) Its the Logical illogical prototype of the prodigal Possible impossible over height of the obstacle Over hype and unstoppable, huh Solar light for the tropicals, huh Its the maniacal mad man damn somethin like Hannibal Or Rob Van Dam reppin the Taliban The truth you can't handle, unless you hollowin Heineken Better swallow the good like its Flintstones vitamins I'm vital to survival you hatin then catch a tidal We wavin at all the rivals, praisin cuz we the idols Of America, they stare at us Maybe spilled somethin on my character Whatever, whip it off when I'm done With this last sip of rum Um, I'm slicin any opponent Dicin em like dole pineapple components Accurate like masochist who masterin the practices Assassin who's passionate pacifist slashin acronyms Pass the spliff after this last splash of fifth Someone grab my keys cuz I might crash my vic Nah nigga I'm straight Nah nigga I'm straight Cool, its the new fool here to Yugioh duel you Watchin blue clues yellin soo woo who knew That the impeccable personification of perfect Would step to the decibels just to sonically hurt it Sorry, you my next victim In your eardrum, with this rhythm With a kick and a snare I ensnare Impaired in my trap unprepared Unparallelled to anyone on this giant carousel Called earth I dirt jerks berserk My sins akin to Aku from Samurai, Jack Stabbin niggas who fly, like the phantom eye Panic attack, then bring em down like a Xanax In fact I banish wack from my planet I'm that nigga, don't pardon my offense My spree startin to commence I'm a dog that's barkin, keep it live like LARPin Seekin lies they talkin, greetin guys with a coffin With this concoction that I'm coughin up Boss stuff, cross us get crossed up Hip hop Jamal Craw I'm raw they all fall Or follow the leader I'm peter pan in your speaker Ban me from features I ether any competer Corrupt computer screens with screams of a fiend creature
12.
Stay 05:25
(Prod. James Business) So its late night, cruisin, don't know what I'm doin Pedal to the medal, feel I should be movin As I merge on Jers turnpike But the traffic heavy metaphor for my life Line shorter then some designer skorts I want that Scorsese, the finer sorts I slow down, metaphor for mind exhorts And put the Lincoln in park like Minor forts I'm fascinated whats the aspirations of an apparition Life's a dead man's wonderland, I'm contemplatin conversations So I wrote the song and dropped on this compilation The connotation of my fadin concentration Waning in the wind now It's rainin Metaphor of somethin in my head I can't explain it And my best friend feelin pain, but he hasn't told me I hope that things work out, and he never lonely I hope he stay in my life, so everyday Ima fight Til our nights lookin bright, outshinin the strife And pray that we reach to the lights And we released from the fright But now, I gotta turn my ignition Cuz there's somethin in my brain that's missin so that's my mission To find it, but I don't know what it is Do I need to magnify or is it somethin big Ridin with an addicts eye twitchin as the atoms fly Tickin til the end of existence Cryin why the victims die livin in this vicious lie Tickin til the end of existence Maybe I missed the point, got thrown out at home That's why niggas kiss the joint, to slow down they dome This that late night, lying in my bed type Head wonderin bout little things I said like I hate you I love you, I'm below, I'm above you Self depreciation might take over the nation Or worse, the planet might implode from all of the hatin Troubles we facin, leave us down in the pavement Dug up when our bones lookin ancient Aaah, apply the brakes before reachin a dire fate Die in a fire place sparked by a liars waist Liar liar arsonist, close your eyes and cross your lips Cross your heart, hope to die with a spark Please say your stayin I don't know what I'm sayin I'm on my six candy cigarette, I'm filled with stress Sadness seep out my silhouette While niggas sleep on the dog like a pillow pet But I know if bars bringin hate then I'm still threat Well, just assume I was before I wrote this Body plagued like the locus that swarmed because of Moses I'm losin focus, hope the foes don't notice Hope I can survive in a world that feels bogus I wanna fold em, hand in the poker chips Not suicide, but I feel that I'm emotionless And that hurts my emotions, ironic While the world pass me by supersonic And the snakes made of rock like onyx Makes me want to drown my pain in a gin and tonic While my peers pop pills more adderall in the catalog Takin more til they matter fall I hope I stay sane, stay safe And stay great, stay based I say grace to save face For my life after this insane place
13.
The City 04:16
(Prod. INFNTLP) One man, chosen, purely based on emotion Pearly gates are approachin but this man stay chill Frozen, even though bells signal the omen Give a moment before this man lay skill Real, realer then most, on a pill overdose Of life, out doin work every night But the power, it fills up the host But that's really a hoax cuz the sinister never right He screams your a lie, with fire in his eyes Passion in his cries, that tears the shallow sky And from the hallow men you hear Fear from their throats, appears that they choked On they own words, and it's clear Who the real victor will be With the will and build to out power the sea He sees the area to seize it Victory so close he can taste touch and can breathe it Then breathe out, remember who it did for The people who couldn't last a minute more The person who got stopped short of the glor The man who got court ordered before The woman with the tears drippin off her gown The child who got bullied but never let out a sound Do it for the innocent buried beneath the ground So profound, he said I do it for the city Put your hands up if you wit me Do it for the town you know that I hold it down Stay grounded til I'm six feet Stay profound til I'm mince meat Hope you miss me Hope you miss me When the day become Eyes gettin shifty, he raise the weapon of choice A mic, a speaker and the effort of voice Hoisted in the air without care And the heads of the heirs begin to get moist You scared, I bet you scared now Said by the man who commanded the crowd A rush of energy in a swoop it flared They all stared, then the fans they got loud Praisin him like Ra, no radium the stadium Blaisin up with awe, struck by the man amazin them Raisin the spirits like he wrote the necronomicon Faster then if Usian Bolt practiced the Ramadan Heart rushin, blood pumpin, thinkin in his head don't let em go Crowd hushin, eyes jumpin, lookin at the heaven just to let him know This how the story go, one final stare Took a breathe of air, and said I do it for the city Put your hands up if you wit me Do it for the town you know that I hold it down Stay grounded til I'm six feet Stay profound til I'm mince meat Hope you miss me Hope you miss me When the day become history
14.
(Prod. INFNTLP) Check this young nigga, product of one nigga And a spouse, the two and a house With a brother, through thick and thin We built to win even if down in the gutters Hello mother lover its that nigga that you never knew Feelin like the steam off the top when the kettle move Rise, as the sun shine in the horizon And I take shots at stars like Orion Start my gaiden, side stories that shape the life Of a wide eyed guy who tryna make it right A little insight, from a kid who was blinded By pressure and pleasure my forehead played Poseidon Now I've molded to a diamond I'm the one like Neo in the Highlands Now silence, let the preacher spit the ether Be eager as the leader bring the speaker My message, live life never second guess it You only die once its the motto nigga rep it You only die once, put YODO in my photos So my mind grow sharper then the sword of Miyamoto Musashi, learned a lesson from Kakashi Cover your eyes from people you shouldn't copy Got me Check this one nigga, product of one nigga And a town, that kept me in the ground Used to be fake to myself not others Fabricatin falsehoods had my fate in the gutters Wanted to change, on the inside I wished I Didn't sit at home and played games all the time Didn't sit at home and watch anime Did it anyway, now I'm this man today And now I'm proud, used to look down on myself Now I look up at the sky there's a fountain of wealth Now I stand tall with pride, problems they subside Shinobi smoke, ghost, in a blink of an eye Out of sight out of mind, that's really out of sight Used to be filled with fright by little things in life But the nights, inspired the squire to write the pages Ignited the fire that brought rage to the sages To erase it, no time for waste, gotta Increase the pace take spots with my grace Then vacate my savings for a vacation And live it frame by frame like claymation Ah, playmakin, what a playmaker do And makin do, for the life I'm a make it through Before I'm ripped dead in a ditch I'll try to do somethin with this And I ain't done nothin, til I meet Felicia Day Til I meet Stephen Curry, til I meet Shad K Til I meet Donald Glover, til I meet Ken Griffey Til I meet Will Smith in a bar lookin spiffy Til I meet teh pwnerer, til I meet Toriyama Til I meet Mac Miller no drama just smokin scama Til I meet, everyone who stood out they seat The first time they heard me speak Peace

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