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That weed ,Will make u feel good
That woman, will make u feel good
That friend, will u make u feel good
That sunshine, will make u feel good
The god, will make u feel good
The song, will make u feel good
The words, will make u feel good
The music, will make u feel good
I wake up praising the most high
Even tho at times I wake up feeling like the most high
It's not that I got attention deficit
I understand my vanity & self Centeredness
And Lately I haven't gotten any messages
I get by on my charm & my Elegance
I Make sure the rents paid when the lights on
Don't answer the phone, it might be mom
And she might, find out d** that I be on
So, I'm vulkan not Klingon
Never been the type just to be a Cling on
More like Drinking fine wine in the vineyard
Captain Pickard stringing on a guitar
Miniature Minotaur colder than a bli-zzard
Lemme spit my dizz-arts
Add more items on my Ca-zzart
Been like this this since the stizzart
And we Making this Izz-Art
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I wake up praising the most high
Even tho at times I wake up feeling like the most high
Excuse me, for pushing the envelope
It's cold world like my flow 10 Below
Put on for Vizzy Put on for the city
I know this sh** sound gritty
I'm all up your biddies Like Ca**ie was f**ing diddy and doing my Lil diddy
On American Graffiti while I felt like I was 50
Huh Like nobody was f**ing with me
But that's because sk** wise, nobody was f**ing with me
Huh? You n***as really dime a dozen
I'm saying you over hustling over nothing
So while you on twitter fronting
I'm better than you end of discussion
I made this song for those who tuck it in Nantucket
f**er! save some supper
Aiming at you ba*tards like blocka blocka blocka
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I wake up praising the most high
Even tho at times I wake up feeling like the most high
I'm Gza & Jay-Z's Lovechild
Strong jawed like Kobe eat punches from Chris Childs
Couple of raps from me, make your b**h smile
Iron horse, b**h n***as dismount
Get casted out with words from this mouth
Then get my dick licked up at your b**h house
Ain't no love here, don't come unclean
I Got knives like Crocodile Dundee
Smoke sumthing, like Pimp C word to Bun B
Last name Brewster first name Punky
But they said that God don't love ugly
Take a swipe outta ya head & and now you look like Gumby
Hmph Look at you, tell me how that hurt
Loaded lux couldn't tell you to get that work
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