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Conmen

You claim to be complex. You're all illusionaries dreaming of a concept. Schemes with contacts, lean to violent means of combat. Where whats said is done, but whats done isnt said.. The only audibles are sounds of broke bread.

These are the imposters - Just because you smoke, That don't mean you rasta.

Violence, sexual desires, and drugs are what you foster. You seem to be a monster.

I've seen the contour of your evil ways on dark days.. In the background, A boy plays. Something like - Ray Charles. Blind to the actual fact that the fraction of enjoyment, happiness and peace he perceives and give to those who listen and receive is - borrowed. But by tomorrow it'll blossom from the bloom, So soon its beauty momentarily looms. Then fades. Only to be reborn next may.

But if you had your ways.. Nothing pure, honest, or beautiful would ever stay on our plain. That something so simple as rain could wash away our pain. Your objectives are plain so they seem sane to the main population. But what do we really gain from wealth, wild women, and world-wide national fame?

Taxes, problems, disease and a diluted meaning of the life we seized. Are you pleased with yourself?

Because pleasure is fleeting, and true pleasure only exists in myths - Marriages - and young minds that haven't perished. That isn't all.. But it takes some balls to find your call. And I guarantee that on the way, these conmen will tempt to stray. But remember you're here to stay. Always remember..

The reason you came this far. Because when you arrive where you aimed, Distractions multiply and attractions justify your brains actions. But what do we gain if we lose even a fraction of our soul in pursuit of our goal.

This life is full of good and evil,

You push to the pull.

Conmen

You claim to be complex. You're all illusionaries dreaming of a concept. Schemes with contacts, lean to violent means of combat. Where whats said is done, but whats done isnt said.. The only audibles are sounds of broke bread.

These are the imposters - Just because you smoke, That don't mean you rasta.

Violence, sexual desires, and drugs are what you foster. You seem to be a monster.

I've seen the contour of your evil ways on dark days.. In the background, A boy plays. Something like - Ray Charles. Blind to the actual fact that the fraction of enjoyment, happiness and peace he perceives and give to those who listen and receive is - borrowed. But by tomorrow it'll blossom from the bloom, So soon its beauty momentarily looms. Then fades. Only to be reborn next may.

But if you had your ways.. Nothing pure, honest, or beautiful would ever stay on our plain. That something so simple as rain could wash away our pain. Your objectives are plain so they seem sane to the main population. But what do we really gain from wealth, wild women, and world-wide national fame?

Taxes, problems, disease and a diluted meaning of the life we seized. Are you pleased with yourself?

Because pleasure is fleeting, and true pleasure only exists in myths - Marriages - and young minds that haven't perished. That isn't all.. But it takes some balls to find your call. And I guarantee that on the way, these conmen will tempt to stray. But remember you're here to stay. Always remember..

The reason you came this far. Because when you arrive where you aimed, Distractions multiply and attractions justify your brains actions. But what do we gain if we lose even a fraction of our soul in pursuit of our goal.

This life is full of good and evil,

You push to the pull.

Illish

My rhymes are sick with it..

shut the fuck up and listen if you really dig it. Cuz i got boys on concrete doin kickflips wit it. Bustin down sets that you hit..slipped and busted up yah lip, then split it. While you was slippin i was splittin swishes with yah bitches now they tryna hit it.. an im already in the position to give it.

While you was tryna stick a fakie pivot, i was poundin up her pussy diggin in it leavin divots. thats a dirty picture keep it vivid.

Cuz I be paintin pictures for my people on the grind, people doin nine to fives and people tryna excersize. Just listen to me burn through the beat, fire flowin live so hot you gotta turn from the heat. I see yah girl lookin sweet, cuff her by the hands and take her out to the street.. Or imma take her to the sheets. Take her to her peak, and you wont see her for a week. Then Ill double back do a track about the mac and just let that shit leak. An to those who bubble smack, just sit back n roll a wrap and let that shit reak. Cuz on tha real you lookin weak, you fear the mirror on the wall you afraid to take a peek. Its time to get up off yah ass and put some motion to yah feet.

Just look at me - I be gettin fresh, yall still lookin bummy. Yall got plans to chase pussy I got scams to chase money. An I aint sayin shit because I know people listenin, an I aint breakin bread unless theres flow you be pitchin in.

So what you tryna do, Nip hussle said it true. If you sharin your success and not your struggle yousa fool. You gon sit there with that sack, imma get back on my game. Capital is the money and the mission and the name.