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RZA Taught Me

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E L U C I D - Rap, Abstract Rap

RZA Taught Me

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February 24, 2018.

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It's always somethin' There are years that ask questions It's always somethin' Even when it ain't about nothin' And there are years that give answers Ain't about nothin' It's always somethin' Breakin' weed and paper money, ha I'ma change it at the laundry Husky bitches lusty Appetizer and a entree Hundred miles of runnin' My kicks speakin' Cantonese Coppin' bondulu Jordans from a neighbor named Selene Divine rule, everything around me Converse in third person Many gods are still counting quandaries, fuck that As of now my theories won't buy me lunch, black Sour peaches, at my commencement I rock the dunce cap Brass monkey, rubber button rugby I give you dap, I gave you [?] Not for what you might do for us [?] Somewhat different Might fuck around, make the sun chipper Tongue and scissors on [?] Electronics [?] If I can make you really feel it, I won't have to explain shit, bang Slain in the spirit [?] RZA taught me cause I wanted the bangs when I was a shorty Somethin' for nothin' I had to let go I'm blessed, I should be humble [?] yours to the chest [?] Even then, on to the next one Maggots collect crumbs, [?] What else you expect from the eighty-fiver The blue dream's a direct flight outta Addis Ababa It's always somethin' It's always somethin' Even when it ain't about nothin' It's always somethin' Ain't about nothin' It's always somethin' Even when it ain't about Even when it ain't about (It's always somethin') Even when it ain't about nothin' It's always somethin' Even when it ain't about [?] competition kept the cunting country Crumb kissin' cousins, no [?] note 'Cause I ride for dungeon I like my gun beats grungy Chicken foot in the pepper pie Seven of ten white friends say my luck invades, you better not From the ready rock era, linen elbows Second hand [?] sweaters with some other boy's name stitched in the collar Nine-hundred and ninety-nine Hail Marys and Our Fathers Lord, don't have me out here layin' hands no fuck boy blogger I do Swans in the boom box, the Cop album Got dressed, headed downtown, playin' at max volume Keep a pint in the breast pocket, shit crazy My guy got a two block ambulance ride and a bill for ten Franklins That's life though Pro tip: don't take fitness advice from obese vegans Unless you're talkin' deep knee bends Just playin', but I'm sayin, if she know what she want though It's always somethin' It's always somethin' Even when it ain't about nothin' It's always somethin' Ain't about nothin' It's always somethin' Even when it ain't about Even when it ain't about (It's always somethin') Even when it ain't about nothin' It's always somethin' Even when it ain't about, when it ain't about, when it ain't about

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