BUILDING BLUEPRINT

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  2. Uh, I'm sorry for your loss
  3. It's a body dead in the car and it's prob'ly one of yours
  4. The writing all across the window and the walls
  5. Whether it was true or false, we shouldn't have got involved
  6. Remember, we walked past the teacher, take the chalk and laugh
  7. We wrote punishments: "I will not talk in class."
  8. Now it's pistols punishin' people for talkin' fast
  9. And all these innocent bystanders is haulin' ass
  10. I hate to say I told y'all, but I told y'all
  11. Things fall apart when the center too weak to hold y'all
  12. I'm just collectin' what you owed to my old jawn
  13. You 'bout to get swooped down on and stoled on
  14. Fools swear they wise, wise men know they foolish
  15. Well, we was headed for the web, even before computers
  16. I never thought you'd give me a reason to do this
  17. Cain and Abel, Jesus and Judas
  18. Caesar and Brutus, I see intruders, avert your eyes
  19. I told you keep out of the hood: circumcise
  20. How could you sleep? I thought you always was the first to rise
  21. Ayo, you heard the line, "Everybody plays the fool"?
  22. Well, I'll be that exception to the rule
  23. The principal that hand deliver lessons to the school
  24. I was makin' major moves, my dollar déjà vu
  25. My mission when my ambition was brandishin' a tool
  26. To be a icon, wearin' slippers made of python
  27. Get mine quicker 'cause I'm slick as a pipeline
  28. Transportin' the oil, tribulation and toil
  29. Hit the operation, but I'm back in the soil
  30. Got my crown tilted, my gown quilted, silk with cashmere
  31. Burnin' Rome down in a minute, built it last year
  32. Newsflash, I dodged the bullet that killed the cashier
  33. My homie told me to come with him to the masjid
  34. Them brothers said, "Don't go from written bars filled with rage
  35. To primetime television and your gilded cage
  36. Then forget there's people in the world still enslaved."
  37. I barbwired my wrist and let it fill the page
  38. Gun fire and flares, sirens glare
  39. I'm in a iron chair where people who care don't get the lion's share
  40. When I don't give a fuck then I ain't fair
  41. I'm on a higher tier with people gettin' money like the financier
  42. Catch the herald, I'm fresh chopped and beveled
  43. Rap on a doctorate level, so F. Scott Fitzgerald
  44. Maybe I'm the new Rakim, maybe I'm fat Pharaohe
  45. Undergarments of armor be my intimate apparel
  46. Pre Kardashian Kanye, my rhymeplay immaculate
  47. Same cadence as D.O.C. pre accident
  48. Maybe my acumen's on par with Kool G. Rap and them
  49. Give me the proper respect, mothafucka, we back again
  50. For a couple things we lost in a fire
  51. The drive, the desire to perform on a higher
  52. Plateau, I'm at that show lost in a mire
  53. Wonderin' how we got so far from inspired
  54. Look, when photos were sepia toned
  55. And record players were somethin' you would keep in your home
  56. Yo, the traveler, the meaning of Tariq he was known
  57. For the exemplary performance uniquely his own
  58. I made the twenty one pound for some a newfound religion
  59. Where money's put down, it's only one sound that make
  60. OGs and young lions equally proud to listen
  61. The secret amalgamism, a algorithm
  62. Comin' from where only kings and crowns permitted the darkness
  63. Where archaeologists found my image in parchment
  64. Rolled into a scroll, holdin' a message for you
  65. It said, "The only thing for sure is taxes, death and trouble."
  66. The anomaly sworn solemnly, high snobbidy
  67. Freakonomics and war policy, dichotomy
  68. That's Heaven and Hades, Tigris and Euphrates
  69. His highness, the apple of the Iris to you ladies
  70. As babies we went from Similac and Enfamil
  71. To the Internet and fentanyl
  72. When all consent was still against the will
  73. I got that detox for y'all
  74. The microphone doctor, black Deepak Chopra
  75. I'm a griot that make you wanna peacock your arm
  76. Every heavy dignitary payin' me top regards
  77. Boy, I'm three optics far from your binoculars
  78. So that smart money finna get the heat out the car
  79. Yo, I'm K.Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
  80. Got profiled by a few cops, too hot to charge
  81. Listen, somebody said a price tag was on a rapper's head
  82. So we gon' see a nice bag when a rapper dead
  83. The mask black, the flag green, black and red
  84. They'll probably wave a white flag after plasma shed
  85. No doubt, yo the game went they own route
  86. I can't explain what these lame kids is talkin' 'bout
  87. Or how they fit they whole foot into they own mouth
  88. I put a couple bodies in a brown bag, then I'm en route
  89. I'm sneaker shoppin' with my son, a size 8
  90. Prior to they release 'cause why wait?
  91. Look, in my estate I got electrified gates
  92. For these blasé guys hatin' at a high rate
  93. 'Cause I dodged fate, then got great, the fly's straight
  94. If we ain't family or friends then we don't vibrate
  95. And I'm that gun in y'all face, none of y'all safe
  96. If I catch you at the right time in the wrong place
  97. Slippin', sippin' on somethin' with a strong taste
  98. Like Whiskey or bootleg Bourbon with a corn base
  99. My Levante resemble a vehicular threat
  100. The mic I spray resemblin' the sickle of death
  101. It ain't strenuous to come from a continuous breath
  102. I set fire to the venue, I'ma spin you and step
  103. Rinse, repeat, you checkin' for the sound of the beast
  104. I'm the hound, I'ma creep, I get down, I'ma eat
  105. I'ma keep somethin' to lay a naysayer to sleep
  106. Playin' with heat, nobody and nothin' fuckin' with 'Riq
  107. Yo, these weaklings is claimin' they cuttin' up in the street
  108. Nigga peace, you ain't workin' with nothin' but the police
  109. Listen, you ain't finna be nothin' but the deceased
  110. Listen, you in interment with a permanent crease
  111. I strike fear in the hearts of rap figures
  112. Who mind bare the stigmas of time, no black privilege
  113. From boom bap niggas to trap niggas
  114. You in the trap with us, when the lines is as vivid
  115. As the walls on the graph, autographed by the Lord of Wrath
  116. I reside between the seconds on the chronograph
  117. How much more CB4 can we afford?
  118. It's like a Shariah Law on "My Cherie Amour"
  119. How much hypocrisy can people possibly endure?
  120. But ain't nobody workin' on a cure, my young bull
  121. Y'all just regular, I'm an apex predator
  122. Brim stay fresh, feathered up, etcetera
  123. Nevertheless, I got a message and left
  124. One dead messenger, yep
  125. My pen is Henry Kissinger, Buzz Bissinger
  126. Look, my caporegime is to no redeem
  127. And my oldest son Ahmir Saleem out of New Orleans
  128. Took a golf cart to the Baccarat from the Waldorf
  129. What was on the wall? That depend on what you call art
  130. I'ma say 300k ain't even in the ballpark
  131. I charge more just for awkward small talk

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