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lyrics
Another Day, Another Dollar,
Clark the Scholar,
Watch me paint another Pollock,
spray the ink on the page and make it brolic,
don’t save Wallace;
just praise the artist, cause I’m starving,
I raised the bar; because I got parched,
my life’s a rom com, I stay strapped like my osh cosh,
with a Magnum, not a gun just some 45s,
Colt 40 live, it ain’t fun unless my homies ride,
fuck Cobra Ki,
wax the ride, and I paint the fence;
subtract your pride, everybody gotta pay they pense,
don’t be dense, be water, like bruce lee taught ya,
loose leaf blotter, tune in and see God from,
these clean cuplets;
don’t be puppets,
be sweet lovers, they want us all screaming fuck it,
but god damn; what’s the joy in that?,
I rather roll the dice, than live my life holdin back
It’s kinda funny when you think about it,
the money counted,
is the sum of the people’s talent,
cause if I’m not paid,
don’t mean I’m not played,
it’s a stock trade, maybe a game in an arcade,
I want the cheat code,
I’m done with the heave hoe,
yeen know,
wanna be more than just a Webelo,
a Wolf, Bear, Lion, Scouting for that rare hymien,
don’t compare my rhyming to squares, they're like sirens,
leading you astray,
hit em with that Q and A,
victim you are lame,
babay, the way I spew the game,
so Pat me on the back
and look me in the Vannas,
and don’t Say Jack to the fact I took advantage,
not talking sexual,
cause that’s always consentiual,
I gotta pention to,
pull extentions, and get a mention fool,
half my business in this is from referrials,
cause these girls,
travel the world,
to see the D earl,
Because, I’m well known,
credits
from Year of the Goat,
released December 9, 2015
Written September 1 2014