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Counting Stars
04:19
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I’m counting stars, I’m counting stars
Wonder where you are, wonder where you are
I’m counting stars, I’m counting stars
Dreaming from afar, dreaming from afar
OGs taught me the game, I gotta do it just
In a world full of hate, I gotta show it love
Find me on the block posted up
I got these words written on the page, ghost written by the very feelings of this rage
Charming this pretty young thang
So fulls of dreams that one can bring
She wants the world, but the world don’t want you back
But I couldn’t tell her that, so I pull her back
Close to my heart, yeah girl lets just start with that
Let the music kill these demons like it’s mars attack
Lets go far, to uncharted tracks
Leave my imprint, when they look down, it’s like art attack
Yeah yo we built it like an architect
I wouldn’t trade it for no larger stacks
And we all got ugly sides like Harvey Dent
But with you, it looks so marvelous
Remember back in the day when we were chilling on the boulevard
Living in the clouds, counting stars
Dream bout afar, and how we gon get to it
But paradise was right here we just misused it
Life’s a bitch, and I was its student
They saying that I couldn’t but I disproved it
Saying any different is just plain stupid
Cos I been paying dues, while these squares stay cubic
I been breaking rules like there’s no rubric
I been fighting through, with my fist up, duking
Cupid, why you so cruel with love roulette
Heart still wounded from the last shooting
But love will prevail in the hearts of true men
If I can’t pull it off, tell me who can?
Bitch tell me who can
Killa be illest from the new gen
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No need for introduction, witness the beat destruction
I crush em, like g’s crushing when they see me busting
32 lines of death, I kick it like a dancing Russian
Keep your discussions to a minimal, when I’m in zone hustling
See I’m mad chill, Snoop would call me cousin
Cop the nug by the dozen
I got these dimes, who be calling me their muffin
But if we go by cute names, dawg you know we fucking
Rap game huckleberry fin
I’m king of the hill and I ain’t budging an inch
Call me kami, my flow’s so tsunami
My flow’s so beast like jumanji
My pen game, killing the inc, like ashanti
Up against the odds, I’m the rose in the concrete
Sipping on don p, homie I’m blowing o’s
They wanted bars, but shit I got totem poles, so let em know
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She said she had a path, and she chose one
Leaving me all by my lonesome
Leaving me to write all these poems for em
A forum for my broken heart, tell me where do I start
Yo, Killa’s just an exile from the noah’s arc
Who witnessed the world getting ugly, like bubba sparxxx
Tell me is it art that I’m rapping
Didn’t get a chance to say I’m sorry ms Jackson but I am foreal
Put a voice to the caption
The foolish, left sided contraption
Man, I need the brons, like I’m action
Just to mack the ms fat booty from the maxim
Paying me no attention, I wonder where she’ll be at when I’m stacking
Across the table writing love notes into the napkin
Seal it with a lipstick kiss, then it’s bliss
Hope the money won’t change me like them tricks
It’s survival of the realest
Keep it og with that trill shit
If I can dream it, I’ma build it
These feelings in my heart, I’m hope you feel it
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Tones & Vibrations
02:16
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An ever last impression. Yo, Who am I question?
Can I right a wrong with rap confessions?
I just wanna know, can I find a cure to all my stressing
And if so, are these instrumentals what I’m destined for
Tell me what’s in store, so I can build myself up like D-Rose
So many fishes in the sea, I want my nemo
Life is just a game I want my cheat codes
Cos life is short, danny devito. So I stand tall and never fetal
Flow so immaculate, cos I’m the dream boat
To your home girl, weed smoking munching Cheetos
Yeah you know, just chilling on the east coast
Taking back the game call me repo
If I hear a sick instrumental I’ma beastmode
And bang like a john woo flick, never reload.
So tell me, tell me, who let the love die, murder she wrote
Open up your heart, hope my key fit the key hole
Bumping 2pac in the regal,
Making me reflect upon my people
I said, I’m bumping 2pac in the regal,
And it’s making me reflect upon my people
Bitch I’m bout the green like I’m Cee Lo
Here’s a dose of lethal. Each one, teach one, lemme preach yo
Killa’s steelo, used be bout women toking weed smoke
Mad at life looking like steven seagal
Now I appreciate the beauty of the beast look
So many tragedies I rewrote
Started with a sappy entrance
Now I’m tryna set it up for that happy ending
Came in with my style, and the patents pending
Had my heart broking now it’s on defensive
Yeah, and I’m back inventing
Everlasting so I guess it’s never trending
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Reflections
03:40
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I want it all, I want it all
Yo, I’m reaching for the top, cos Nas said it’s yours
I’m with a bad bitch, yeah the one that I adore
What deadly combination, yeah it’s us against the world
I keep my circle tight, members only no referrals
To make for my mistakes like my name is Earl
I promise that I’ll never break a promise with my girl
I’m sorry I ain’t perfect, but I’ma live and learn
So please don’t go judging me, on the way I earn
And please don’t judge me, homie solely cos I burn
We all just tryna get a gripe, yeah and mine is firm
I know I got that love, but man I need insurance
Cos true love nowadays is a rare occurance
So try to keep up with me, work on your endurance
Work on your endurance, keep up with the movement
I’m tryna make it out like I’m Truman
I want the real thing, something I could feel thing
Peel back these layers, watch conceal sing
I still bring, hunger to the table, yo I’m still king
Can’t shake the underdog feeling (yo I can’t do it)
Gotta show respect, to the OGs that came before
How do I put this in layman terms
Showing true love is my main concern
Just like music, like the homie Erick Sermon
I had a couple drinks now I’m swerving on the block, suburban
Tryna fight my demons, Tyler Durden
In a perfect world, I might be a different person
But I’m breaking down the boundaries, fuck a jurisdiction
Killa Con depicted in this non fiction
Yo I’m gonna bring the heat like I’m causing all this friction
I’m coming at the beat with a kind of killer instinct
With the sole intent, to leave behind my imprint
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Myst (feat. Zeppo)
04:50
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Your hand fit mine so beautifully
This concept of love seems so new to me
I’m reminiscing back, how it used to be
Cos if we stayed together, man who’d agree
But I never let it get to me
I’m seeing no limits like Master P
It’s just you and me, and we could make it true
Us against the world, ride off in the coup
Shake up every borough, you know how we do
Cos as long as we got each other, we could make it through
We were naïve, man we were young
Couldn’t understand, was in love and dumb
The politics of the world
Pushed to the bottom of the barrel
Wonder where you are now
Tell me are you still down
I’ve been searching for you
I’ve been searching for someone
I’ve been in my zone
I’ve been solely on my own
But now we’ve made it major
And now we’ve got that paper
Guess I’ll see you later
It was you that gave me away
I’ve been searching for you
I’ve been searching for someone
I’ve been in my zone
I’ve been solely on my own
On my own, on my own
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I be chilling on the block, with a blunt in between my lips
Tryna kiss the sky, while I stay on my pimping shit
Let me get creative on em lames like adobe
And they say life’s a bitch, so homie call me goldie
I said, I stay on my pimping shit, with them shorties
Homie, I could still score, with luongo as the goalie
I’ma go out fighting, like ti domie
You see me on the block, I could stay classy sipping on them forties
Bitch, I stay cozy while these bitches nosey
Yeah, we talking bidness, while they lean in like they on some codeine
Ease dropping ass suckas, yeah they keep on jonesing
For the formula that got them fucking horny ma
They can’t stop me, like that hustla on that corner
Raise your glasses, cos killa got the juice yeah, I’m pouring up
Stay smoking like the stoners cup
All them bitches show me love
I be on my pimp shit, I be on that mint shit
Tryna lay the beat out with that killer intent
I be on my grind, for my survival
Do it for the homies, don’t forget all the fly hoes
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Got my sights on forward, but still I took a peek
At my peripherals, cos there it would only be
Me and you together, I guess it only seems better
In retrospect, but I ain’t mad I met her
Guess I’m selfish in a way
Don’t wanna go down as the memory you threw away
Now my mind gotta fumigate
To take it off the pain of my wounded state
So I write these songs of lost love, hoping you would stay
Forgetting that time flies, and how you flew away
I’m tryna figure out, how to get it off the ground
I got too much of it I can’t tone it down
Nah, I can’t tone it down
Gotta let the world know I want you now
Ain’t no road blocks that could hold me down
I do it like just pac, yo I get around
You can’t stop me, yo I get around
Throw me road blocks, yo I’ma get around
Yeah, I’m get around
So that torch, you better hand it down
I want the real thing, yeah
Searching for the right rhyme to fit how I’m feeling
Searching for the right dime to fit my ideals and
I’ma cast it out just to see what I reel in
I don’t want that artificial love like I’m krillin
Real G’s in the building
To the public eye, I’m just a guy with no fulfillment
Call me tim taylor, I need a fix cos I’m concealing
My heart like the raptors, in need of some rebuilding
Dreams of making money, make it pile up to the ceiling
But will my lone soul be provoked to be a villain
Only time can tell, only time can reveal
The true hearts of men instilled
Within the left sided chest plate
To the kid who gon to press play
Extensions of the mind, and questions of will he be a legend
Like lebron
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Already told yall that you couldn’t stop me
So c’mon haters, wake up and smell the pot leaf
Yeah homie, I’m the prodigy like mob deep
With my boy profit, having convos of beyond
I’m giving up the past, so yeah I’m moving on
But these feelings of these past loves might be life long
Can’t stop what is strong
True love is what I got for em, let it be known
I’m feeling good, like nina simone
It ain’t nothing but vibrations and tones
Yeah, the good die young like anna Nicole
But damn it, I don’t panic, homie I just stand on my own
Yeah we gon’ make it on our own
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10. |
Ball Tonight (Bonus)
03:32
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You know I gotta keep it OG
From humble beginnings sipping Ol’ E.
If you bout that doe, homie show me
For that fire you can’t put out like a bogey
I got that stark, like I’m tony
Got these kids behind me like I’m kony
You kids mad rotten with that old beef
Bring that bull round here, I say no need
I’m with mary jane like I’m toby
Maguire I’m getting high, while I put on the wire
Hot Bitches I acquire
In dire need of my services to their desire
Just chilling, sipping on a wiser
While we build something outta nothing like macgiver
If you got a hot bitch, better hide her
We stunt, like we got ryan gosling as the driver
To the untrained eye I might be one thing
Try to put me in a box, I can’t be contained
I’m too super nuclear
Nay saying bitches gassed up like they Jupiter
So tell what’s your angle, perpendicular
I’m signing titties with a killa con signature
All these mini-mes so miniature
Tryna make my biddness private like the prime minister
Any given time, anything can occur
So killa stay sinister
But I’m still the same dude from the block, like I’m Jennifer
Put in work lil homie, everybody starts amateur
Show love to every one of my fam
My clique makes yours shook like parkinsons
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