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RATKING-Salomon Faye
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Ay yo Grew, this album good as a motherfucker! Take, take, take, take, take, take Take, take, take, take People love to take Worse than it makes It feel good Feels good to get But it's harder to give Live with the decisions you make Take, take, take, take, take, take Ask, get, get, take, take But it's harder to give Hard to live with the decisions you make Take, take, take, take, take, take People love to take Worse than it makes It feel good It's good to get But it's harder to give Live with the decisions you make Take, take, take, take, take, take Ask, get, get, take, take But it's harder to give Hard to live with the decisions you make Take, take, take, take, take, take People love to take Worse than it makes It feel good It's good to get But it's harder to give Live with the decisions you make Take, take, take, take, take, take Ask, get, get, take, take But it's harder to give Hard to live with the decisions you make Take, take, take, take, take, take People love to take Worse than it makes It feel good It's good to get But it's harder to give Live with the decisions you make Take, take, take, take, take, take Ask, get, get, take, take But it's harder to give Hard to live with the decisions you make Take, take, take, take, take, take People love to take Worse than it makes It feel good It's good to get But it's harder to give Live with the decisions you make Thank you for you, you beautiful fools Losing your cool, but it's cool You give me my grace, I give you this food, now eat it Respect it, digest it, and shit it, but keep the nutrition These blessings embedded in recipes rest in my dishes I'm only giving what I'm giving when I give it 'cause it feel good Rat king illusion, fuck you real good Bitch, nigga, and I ain't using my dick I might fuck you to bits and piece you back to a hieroglyphic script And scripture the above, these fucks claiming they bad How's your demands so I don't fall for the gas? You full of shit, that you deserve a handful of this Sport life with Hock and Wiki Wik When I look into the sky I see a hex like someone held a Baphomet high And I ask myself, who is that guy? Or is it just I, drawing with my eyes? There's been times I'm surprised I survived And I wonder, was it angels that blessed this? Or was it devil distresses, what a messes mixed message And my hexed up forever so blessed Oowee, oowee, the light's playing tricks on me Faces and shadows displayed Drawn on every which way Make that light go away So no contrast for shadows to play There's no contrast for shadows to play Days worked for days paid Smooth talkers find nothing to say Days worked for days paid Wishes were horses, beggars were swayed Days worked for days paid Smooth talkers find nothing to say Days worked for days paid Wishes were horses, beggars were swayed Days worked for days paid Spit 'til there's nothing left up in my brain Days worked for days paid Willing to listen, I kick it for days Days worked for days paid Spit 'til there's nothing left in my brain Days worked for days paid Willing to listen, I kick it for days Immaculate days in When I get stiller, there's letters of patient In a hospital bed, hospital, hospital bed About to be vacant Not 'cause he's healed and better, it's real He's deaded, I said it, sad, ain't it? My bad, I'm so raw, fucker so good, so good You had to hate it, some had to love it Had to shrug it off to the point had to bump it No man ever mastered nothing That mentality since Six bars and you bragging, done in You a casualty, had it coming Looting had to be proof Before an Einstein to come after and blast the subject You old and catching up, you wack as fuck, yeah Twitting instead of proficient in catching nothing WhetherWhether I'm wet in the rain or sweat in the shine The weather is fine for peddling dimes Holders of charm, coldest to mom Lullabies in my arms Planted plots in my palms Copper and calm Rising right out the bomb Dropped out singing songs Wanted on two counts, matter one Out of many there's one Fell out of grace, proved that it's fun Bursting your neck, true to my tongue Tina's a twist of the tongue Why am I thinking I'm dirt and I'm dung Why am I proving to you that I won Tuning my ships, humble and young Severed in knots, start of the sun Root in my mind, let me run Like father, like son City this size, you pay or you pardon Pattern is simple, don't spray with a gun Thought you'd forget me with a death of a spawn Ludas on Lennox, laying with bums Ludas on Lennox, laying with bums Days work for a day's pay Smooth talkers find nothing to say Days work for a day's pay Wishes were horses, beggars are swayed Days work for a day's pay Smooth talkers find nothing to say Days work for a day's pay Wishes were horses, beggars are swayed Days work for a day's pay Spit 'til there's nothing left up in my brain Days work for a day's pay Willing to listen, I take it for days Days work for a day's pay Spit 'til there's nothing left up in my brain Days work for a day's pay Willing to listen, I take it for days Whipping it raw, getting it all I'm singing my song, singing to dogs Can't get with the net with the cat in my palm Singing it all, thinking and thinking and bringing it on Spitting these songs, when my father from above comes to get raw What you about?