World Premier​.​.​.​Now Premiering

by Phillz the MC x DJ OnPoint

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Phillz the MC along with DJ OnPoint present the highly anticipated & unique sophomore installment entitled "World Premier...Now Premiering". It contains stylefrees on top of the CLASSIC production of the legendary DJ PREMIER x the all original EP.

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released November 26, 2010

For Promotional Use Only.

Concept Mixtape Production Credits: 1-10 - DJ Premier | www.twitter.com/RealDJPremier

EP Production Credits: Track 11 - Da Cypha | Track 12 - Da Cypha | Track 13 - Shatek | Track 14 - Soul Theory | Track 15 - Flawless Tracks | Track 16 - S.Original | Track 17 - DJ Corbett | Track 18 - Da Cypha | Track 19 - DJ Corbett | Track 20 - Da Cypha | Track 21 - Shatek | Track 22 - Da Cypha | Bonus Track - Bink!

PMC: www.PhillztheMC.com | www.Twitter.com/PhillztheMC
DJ OnPoint: www.Twitter.com/DJOnPoint
All Songs Recorded & Mixed at EM Studios in Yonkers, NY (914) 885-7201 | www.EddieMerino.com
Graphic Design by: Roc www.Twitter.com/Roc2Eazy
Inside Artwork by: Donte L. Rasmus www.Facebook.com/Donte.L.Rasmus

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Phillz the MC Atlanta, Georgia

Phillz the MC is an up and coming artist hailing from Queens, NY, whom has lived in multiple regions & cities such as Upper Darby, PA, Asheboro, NC and Atlanta, GA. His stage name is an acronym for "P.eople H.onor ILL.yricist.Z".

Currently unsigned & unmanaged.

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Track Name: Gangsta Cosmetology
Wednesday, November 19, 2008 9:41 pm

I'm one hell of a G son to hell with a G1...I usually GET bagged my whole life I G'd one...YOU G-rated & homie I'm G rated...I diffuse it to motivation so you could keep hating...keep chasing that dream while I live mines...sip wine....Pino & Merlot....you should see how ya girl go crazy for ya man...paying for ya man...pussy popping on a handstand with a wave of the hand....its just the way that I am...NOT giving a FUCK...she act shy in the coupe but let me live in the truck...give it up u make up lies & get caught up in it....niggas handshakes shaky they eyes fraudulent....leave it up to them & they say they all could spit....shoot a couple of youtube's & ya fall for it....aww shit...I don't agree homie....you couldn't tell me the acronym 4 M.C. homie...maybe a bottle a Cru but never the lean on me....jealousy's a mothafuck you wishing the D's on me...cuffs squeezed on me...wit couple a P's on me...my lawyer say I'm a FREE-MAN...Lean on me..UH...Chris is usually smelling like piff & Gucci...501's is stiff but them shits fit loosely..its nothing you can do B...I'm that NIGGA....with them goons behind me with a few iron triggers....be honest nigga u can't stand that man in the mirror....all day u pray... that he could fuck more bitches...touch more riches...plush floor living...but instead he 9 to 5 to scrub more dishes....ridiculous...& you put on for ya city?.....pack ya shit & MOVE u don't belong in ya city....all roaring & giddy, flow boring & silly....I'm taking meetings with Jay & 50, touring with Diddy....Nah I'm kinda lying bout that one....but it sound good like in every bar you clap guns....ya trash son & Phillz in town...its obvious, sales is down cuz skills is down...you powder on ya sound, lip gloss ya floss...ya styles adjacent to a pound a foundation...a black hoody & mask wearer? STOP lying! You putting on mascara no shots firing...its only gangsta cus I said it....don't forget ya purse pussy ya gangsta's cosmetic...
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[[Ho0k]]
"...YA GANGSTA'S COSMETIC...."
Frontin like u hot headed ...you rappers is pa-thetic...
"...MY PEOPLE FROM THE HOOD STAY ON THE GRIND...."
Wishing a mothafucka WOULD cross the line...uh
"...YA GANGSTA'S COSMETIC...."
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Look, I could understand why a hater cant stand me...shelved my job same day booked Miami...like fuck it work hard & play harder...u focused on being commercial I'm a play charter...play smarter I'm focused on the game...word to Jay Carter, reverse em on the plane....initially from SC to CS....pick a street address me nigga & PS..."Aint nobody fucking with me!"...GF! we about to rule the fucking city...AeroMen we land down in yo' city conduct business take off wit no pity....listen clear this Boy's Bad wit no Diddy...still use a pen & pad u so silly...or brainstorming on the BOLD the flow's windy...hoes follow me around nigga no Twitty...I'm out!
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[[Ho0k]]
"...YA GANGSTA'S COSMETIC...."
Fronting like u hot headed ...you rappers is pa-thetic...
"...MY PEOPLE FRM THE HOOD STAY ON THE GRIND...."
Wishng a mothafucka WOULD cross the line...uh
"...YA GANGSTA'S COSMETIC...."
Track Name: We Flew
Friday, February 27, 2009 1:46 am


Pushing the V saucy...PIFF in the system...no L's, Oh well my prints in the system...Passport Phillz ..yea, at least that's what the bitches say...you can tell his popz mixed em with a sniff a Yay'..he getting bitches but he get em in a different way....got the cash got the swag I have these hoes stopping cabs...aint gotta ask just hop up in the V mami...think its the V-sace's having em in the V knock knee'd...screaming "aye papi!"...think the press kinda like me...I put her titties on the glass for the paparazzi...try 2 stop me bunch of hating ass niggas....Gucci belts from jamaican's on Jamaica Ave ass niggas....I laugh @ niggas...copping jetlag but never ever ever jetlag ass niggas...I spar wit Winter bob & weave til the Summer/M.I.A in December can't believe its not Summer..Whoa!
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[[Ho0k]]
U FLY
We FLEW
Give two FUCKS with what you do....
Laughing hard about what you say....
I aint feeling ya punkass anyway....

She wanted me to eat it slow...nicknamed it sweet & low but I don't even drinking coffee ma you got the wrong nigga...treat you like a slore cuz you focused on the wrong picture...if it wasn't for ya mouth, baby I wouldn't get along with ya...cornball niggas bringing 8 Balls back/inexperienced & couldn't bring a 8 ball back/but all in they raps yea they done weighed all that/lil homie you's a liar why you say all that?....& yea these niggas gotta deal but they all wack...cuz if they had it they really wouldn't say on wax... IRS a have you stressed I aint paying all that...we heavy there in Delaware where they waive all tax...{For my niggas in the trap still hovering over pilots....fuck "fly" my nigga we hovering over pilots...x2}

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[[Ho0k]]
U FLY
We FLEW
Give two FUCKS with what you do....
Laughing hard about what you say....
I aint feeling ya punkass anyway....

World.... Premier....
Now Premiering....
Track Name: He's After That
Thursday, June 29, 2008 4:51 am

Now lit-tle Joey was oh so lonely & his pockets kinda thin so u know he hungry/hate in his blood & it was rising up slowly/we was only kids but yo guess what he told me.....
"See these bitches liking niggas that's rocking the Gucci's....For me to see the coochie I need Prada & Louie's/fresh pair of Guess jeans, top is Snoopy/& I aint got shit, so this is what I gotta do G/today after school B I'm clutching a tooly, recovered from my older brother's safe in his room G/now usually I don't have to kill nobody...but if a nigga act up I will kill somebody/turn a simple armed robbery into a Homi/please remove ya shoes bought by ya mommy!"..........
Poor young Tommy did so calmly even gave em what he was saving up for Atari/but then he got bold & tried to take his shit back/lil Joey started bugging all you heard was "CLICK CLACK...BOOM" & Joey just left the room/Tommy got bodied n he just left the womb/next day n school lil Joey wore them same ole shoes & the bitches STILL ignored em.......
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[[Ho0k]]
HE's AFTER DAT....
Cash (paper) Cash (gwop) Cash (bread)
HE's AFTER DAT....
Cash (kitty)...Cash (cake) Cash (money)

HE's AFTER DAT....
Cash (paper) Cash (gwop) Cash (bread)
HE's AFTER DAT....
Cash (kitty)...Cash (cake) Cash (money)
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Joey in Junior High now, think he fly now/.38 on his hip telling niggas to lie down/ "This my town!!" he yelled at the top of his voice/impressing bitches at school was his topic of choice/hopped on his Royce Union just went cruising ...seen a fine Latina looking down on her stoop &/Joey screamed "Yerrr!" engaged in conversation/now he's feeling gassed, it put a smile on her face &/R.I.P Tommy tatted on her body...memories fade wit time...Joey paid it no mind/Now shorty played her role let him get in her mouth quick/but she got deeper plans...Joey thinks its his outfit/out with the old & in with the new ..shit was all cool til shit hit the news.....

((News Casting))
"...A 13yr old boy was killed today in what seems to be a retaliation of a previous homicide..."

To all the lil niggas in similar situations/fuck what society likes & build you an education/fuck what the radios playing; build you another station/all u looking forward to is a lawyer building a case &/litigation ...a bias deliberation/too many big words?? How about shell casings? Closed caskets? Pulpit with a Pastor? God forgive him ..We all know what he was after....
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[[Ho0k]]
HE's AFTER DAT....
Cash (paper) Cash (gwop) Cash (bread)
HE's AFTER DAT....
Cash (kitty)...Cash (cake) Cash (money)

HE's AFTER DAT....
Cash (paper) Cash (gwop) Cash (bread)
HE's AFTER DAT....
Cash (kitty)...Cash (cake) Cash (money)
Track Name: I'm (Interlude)
Monday, May 19, 2008 3:45 pm

I'm the life size poster on the wall that u idolize..
D'evils that make it hard 4 u 2 prioritize..
I'm the smoke swirl wen u exhale sour deez...
The quarter water bbq sunflower seeds...
I'm the di-gi scale under ya 1st pound a weed...
The sudden laughter 2 all the silent screams...
I'm the fist wen it comes across a nigga jaw...
The 1st Amadou shell casing to hit the floor...
I'm the thought thinking we fighting a different war...
The 1st Sean Bell casing to hit the car...
I'm the Louie Monogram sitting in the store..
The barrel of a .44 sticking up the store...
I'm the back hand of a mack pimp super fly...
The state of mind of his hoe with a group a guys...
I'm the mouth of a thug screaming shoot the 5...
The tire marks from that hoopty that just cruised by....
I'm the tears of his momz on her stoop crying...
The threads intertwined in his last suit & tie...
I'm the first gasp of air for that new born...
That sense of regret that every ones moved on...
I'm the different colors on government coupons...
The splinter in the new born wit no shoes on...
I'm the life size poster on the wall that u idolize..
D'evils that make it hard 4 u 2 prioritize..
Track Name: Public Relations
Wednesday, August 19, 2009 11:48am

Damn man....all the fucking seats taking...guess I gotta go 2 the next cart...fuck it...yo!! yo!!! ayo! wake up B!...U could move ya feet? Aint no seats...Good looks...(sight) ...Fuck it guess I'll put on this iPod......

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They say success breeds envy BUT I just copped a box gold & blacks/ massaging the thought of victory BUT never "holding back"/keep some rubber bands around hand for when I'm holding stacks dusting off golden plaques....rearranging em in my corridor/whenever I get the +Thrill+ I take em +Off the Wall+/Jackson's next to Franklin's folded under Washington's/I hear the birds chirping but I ain't watching them/matter fact I am while these thirsty niggas is gargling/pardon them, can't envision the bigger picture when he stop chasing the pussy is wen his figures a switch up/hands on.. with my bars like I'm doing chin ups/to my niggas behind wall guard ya neck & keep ya chin up/He's leaning on me sleep told this lil nigga to sit up/& I think you missed ya stop he said "Nah B, I miss my popz"/Oh he died recently sorry to hear that/he said "Nah, the nigga packed his shit & said he never coming back"/DAMN! & shorty only 11 years old/remember feeling the same way just several years ago/pay attention lil nigga & remember what your told/jacket yaself with knowledge so you could weather the cold/wiped the snot off my vest...his stop was coming next...he gave me dap, lift his chest, got up & left/then I noticed this older woman rocking back & forth/caught me staring at her dead in her face I had to talk/excuse me didn't mean to come at you so rudely, she said "Appreciate it; no offense; you couldn't soothe me/cuz they said it wasn't nothing they could do for me"/I said u positive? "Nigga, I'm Positive!"/Damn, I lost my grandfather to it/didn't really know em just know that he was into music/advise u communicate with ya family...so you could have a clear mind & go with ya sanity/oh & let bygones be bygones/her stop came I press play on my iPod....TOUCHed.... on... public... relations....
Track Name: I.D.K.
Friday, May 16, 2008 11:40 pm

I mean I'm So-NY like a PS3...& I'm So Queens I should be King....nah fuck that...I'm good...but Young Nas??...word?...I can rock wit that.....PMC cuz he MC AeroMen Fly or Die u bastards!!!!

I'm that quiet nigga that relocated down south moved back up north to ball out & floss/& toss ya lil dreams of emceeing on the walls/of course you know..graffiti a nigga/but I rather be in Fiji or Tahiti my nigga/locals & tourists pleading for a CD my nigga/I speaks freely so it comes to me that easy my nigga/I mean I want the whole world I aint greedy my nigga/UH/you only as cool as the last dude u schooled/ya niggas is lacking knowledge no wonder ya lacking dollars/the flows grown up & yours seem a lil childish here's a hint (fall back) ya need a lil talent/stay acting violent fucking fronting with ya gun talk/just another nigga that won't make it to see his son walk/so fuck gun talk I let my funds talk/hand a nigga a tech & hand a nigga a check/real Boss like & wen my balls tight I calls Regina to see her cuz she a slurp em all night/& that's ya baby momz...I'm so reckless...and you gon' kiss him after this?...she say "Yes Chris".....

[[Hook]]
I don't know where I really wanna go in life but I know ii wanna stay counting dough (echo)....stack bread

I don't know where I really wanna go in life Balling out...pulling tags off clothes (echo).....get fly

I don't know where I really wanna go in life but lord knows I don't love these hoes (echo)....fuck em all

I don't know where I really wanna go in life so right now I'm a go wit the flow (echo).....flow wit it

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The game starts for a group of select niggas/past experience no recruits 2 select niggas/came up short bunch of bring a pen 2 a test niggas/while my check figures resemble numbers from Shrek pictures/Mothafuckas...the plans in motion the fans is open Phillz buzzing off no advance or promotion/hating niggas tryna "silance" the commotion/flipping my bars like coke grams when I'm quoting/u hoping...I bust my ass & hit rock bottom/& all I do is laugh hard now cus Gods got em/in his plans to achieve....his plans to succeed....taking meet-tings discussing me overseas/Nigga please only MC in my age bracket who body classic beats in a bag & say its practice/Relax bitch I'm on my way to the money....saw a green brick road now my feet the color of Kermy, the nerve of this dummy thinking he could rock wit Phillz/Shit, I'll have homie paying a doctor bill/its take lots a skill, to indulge in lyrical combat with a nigga that figured all the lyrics has gone wack/where the bong at?...where the tram at?...stuff dour mixed wit piffy & burn that!

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[[Hook]]
I don't know where I really wanna go in life but I know ii wanna stay counting dough (echo)....stack bread

I don't know where I really wanna go in life Balling out...pulling tags off clothes (echo).....get fly

I don't know where I really wanna go in life but lord knows I don't love these hoes (echo)....fuck em all

I don't know where I really wanna go in life so right now I'm a go wit the flow (echo).....flow wit it
Track Name: Appealing to the Masses
Wednesday, June 24, 2009 8:22 pm

Its too easy! Go Hard? Fuck I'm a go hard for??....

Ayo E...Fuck a hook on this one just let me talk my shit... I mean its only rite PMC AeroMen the FUCK UP nigga... on my 20 10 shit.....
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They all saying......

No way.. you'll never make it...my haters determined to leave me naked....strip me of my perseverance...strip me of the verse you hearing....instead strippers is stripping Louie while the poker dealing...East Islip private strip aint hard cope I'm leering....niggas like you is into interfering...know nothing bout taking risk was always into fearing...the consequences of ya actions...gotta love it....show some finesse wit the ass (but) sometimes I gotta thug it....she like that....gets wet off my aggressiveness...more like swag aint no madness to my methods bitch....can't remember the last time I stressed a chick...know sum niggas OT that'll show you how 2 stretch a brick...so behave & ill tell u god; economy pack Arm & Hammer, a BJ's Hellman's jar....it aint easay niggas wrist games is quicker then a Djay the money's on replay....but I aint got it for sale gsz so don't ask me....keep thinking she innocent she so nasty....which 1? ...pick 1 ya wifey ..ya sister...toll em not in public & they eying me you with em....ya daughter always offer me but I aint even dick her...just to let you know I got OPtions....tell ya battery friends to chill ya NOT popping!.... no glocks popping...no tops dropping....just 9 to 5'ing & ya mopping lobbies....you barely had a Coke & smile ya not Gotti...I'm on my M.O.B. shit!...Stupid bitch thought she could use Chris for Ruth's Chris but wit them loose lips she more of a #2 wit Cru dick....Whoooo! Shit I'm far from a rest haven....my last relationship got left wit her chest aching...but she still love me...cuz whenever I'm in the Lina's I'm inside her said the dick ...Phillz lovely...no pun intended from another dimension I'm making space for my name its something they gonna mention....at first you'll LOVE it then LOVE to HATE it...cuz a nigga made it ill still be ya favorite...cuz u could relate to Chris...I aint gon' change for shit.... my metaphors aint making me metamorphic...believers to deceivers I done met em all kid....I'm on the top floor Four Seasons mall with...my G-Boro hoe Na-Na nice ta-ta's thick ass native-american wit light eyes....she said "I never met a nigga to have me that open.."...I bend that ass over & get 2 back strokin/Why ride the wave when a nigga backstroking?...you gon' reach the sand...nigga I'm tryna see Japan....& internet fans want me out in Tokyo...tired of all these modern day wrote-a-joke Pinnochios....I'm a pull strings; show you what you supposed to do...Wetflow-Gepetto I'm a show u how you supposed to move.... Mothafuckas!
Track Name: P.H.I.L.L.Z
Tuesday, January 13, 2009 3:06 am

People Honor ILLyricistZ.....its hard to stay in bounds I'm so limitless....manage to stay afloat whether I hit or miss...no battleship...rather make hits nigga cuz I don't battle shit...these lil niggas wanna flow together but real & fake don't go together....(Stack)in (Bundles) in the coldest weather...check my facial I'm grateful they too -Nose- he's better....I'm a get at these "children" the Tyson way...they steady running on tracks flow Tyson Gay....the hoes might just say they gotta fetish for me...usually aint gotta say shit she just spread it for me...then I use her girl tongue she'll wet it for me....my bitch a bag ya bitch, she'll get her for me...head first wen they get it in the V....heated seats when they get in the V....nah I'm lying bra...I'm in a Honda wit Yolanda...tryna push the coupe Excelero with a better hoe....depositing royalty checks wit 7 0's....hope ya team getting bread nigga cuz WE ARE I only rock Levi's if they made in D.R...my heads in the clouds fuckers, I can't SEE YALL/stop searching mufuckas the competition is ME YALL/I hate rappers most them baby muppets is PEE-ON's/just a bunch of scared a heights ass niggas, no bitches I'm in the Heights with a pair of dikes nigga/"Damelo duro papi"...when I'm digging em out/Mr. Popular Stranger hard to figure him out...answer to nagging & whining throw dick in her mouth.....gotta feel four lips with the dick & I'm out....
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[[Ho0k]]
"P-H-I-double L-Z"------"We GoodFellaz"

(((((People Honor [I][L][L]yricistZ)))))

"You's Not Emcees...You's worthless" -- Obie Trice "Go To Sleep"

(((((People Honor [I][L][L]yricistZ)))))

"Why P-H-I? Cuz I'm so ILLZ with it"-- Phillz the MC "Focused On Me"

(((((People Honor [I][L][L]yricistZ)))))

"Tried to told you characters I'm NOT a rapper"-- Jay-Z "Heart of the City"

(((((People Honor [I][L][L]yricistZ)))))
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Too much down south dick licking...too many ringtones rappers on a mission doing they best PMC rendition/my intuitions got my suspicions that ya just fish in a pool wit 1 shark nigga LISTEN...I'ma diddy bop my way to the top ;God willing....you seen these hard denims but never seen a star in em...she wink again at me I'm a steal her, no hard feelings...have her & her friends at the crib in bras chilling....Ladies...ya ever been to Bra-zil??/replied nah but started snapping off Bra's-ILLLL/its something bout my stature, charm & wit, that have em all in laughter...couple of hours moans & groans after...envision empty Patron bottles & gold wrappers/I got my turns right coasting down the turnpike...license aint valid baby but my nerves right....
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[[Ho0k]]
"P-H-I-double L-Z"-- Phillz the MC & P.Figgs "We GoodFellaz"

(((((People Honor [I][L][L]yricistZ)))))

"You's Not Emcees...You's worthless" -- Obie Trice "Go 2 Sleep"

(((((People Honor [I][L][L]yricistZ)))))

"Why P-H-I? Cuz I'm so ILLZ with it"-- Phillz the MC "Focused On Me"

(((((People Honor [I][L][L]yricistZ)))))

"Tried to told you characters I'm NOT a rapper"-- Jay-Z "Heart of the City"

(((((People Honor [I][L][L]yricistZ)))))
Track Name: Dedicated To
Friday, August 21, 2009 11:37 am


Dedicated to the niggas on the corner copping quarter waters/the mother screaming out the window tryna call her daughters/they down the block popping gum playing double dutch/the leaf with the holes & u had to cop another dutch/for the niggas that greet by saying "What the fuck is up?"/rookie pushed ya line; had to wait for another cut/the next week....u finally bagged the best freak/fucking while momz home trying not to make the bed squeak/she fronting whispering "Chill, this ya mothers house."/u squeeze ya whole dick in; she scream; u cover her mouth/she from the south so u take her rite to KFC/dedicated to the days when u screamed "YO, WAIT FOR ME!"/or in church as youngin & couldn't wait to pee/tryna hold ya head get smacked for going back to sleep/ya first friend that died, What a tragedy/this is for THEM!, cuz he or she is living hazard free....Yea
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[[Hook]]
Dedicated to the Block.......
Dedicated to the People......yea
Dedicated to the Hood......uh huh
Come on, I know you relate.....
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1:05 pm

Dedicated to the Hennessy that every nigga tapped & poured/the tough guy humbled when they cracked his jaw/dedicated to the 1st time u kissed a broad...ya right hand man saying dog u just kissed a whore/on the court shooting for caps tryna pick a ball/arguing over different scores/this is for the nigga that was nice on the mic but his downfall was the liquor store/drunk freestyling "Yo he's wildnnnnn!"/crack fiends disappeared & u switched to weed/stayed fighting in school couldn't get ya degree/to ya mans wit the scams that live up the street/can't front every week he had a different V/stay talking bout what you'd do if u was flipping Ki's/had to change the locks.... couldn't find ya missing keys/a cop shot hotbox D's sweep the streets...another friend dies? an unsolved mys-tery...Damn
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[[Hook]]
Dedicated to the Block.......
Dedicated to the People......yea
Dedicated to the Hood......uh huh
Come on, I know you relate.....
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1:50 pm

And if u on the block this is for u (echo)....ducking crooked cops this is for u (echo)...this for achky & papi behind the counter...old lady scratch-offs for a thousand dollars/but when u play the most u win is 2 dollars, cop another one & lose like "WTF?!".....in kindergarten shorty fronted so u touched her butt....can't smoke cuz probation's in a another month...u like fuck it nigga I'm a burn anyways...plus I'm drinkng cranberry; mad water everyday...U like damn I can relate to this in every way...its cuz Phillz think of the shit that they never say/we so stubborn always searching for a better day/focused on movin ALL our mothers to a better place/To the people that seen hard times & made it through/I love yall! I swear to God its Dedicated To.....
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[[Hook]]
Dedicated to the Block.......
Dedicated to the People......yea
Dedicated to the Hood......uh huh

Come on, I know you relate..... x4
Track Name: V-Card
Friday, September 6, 2009 10:05 pm

[[Hook]]
Split a Dutch, get a cup; we out to the club doing a buck in the fast lane...
Get a slut to slurp it up spit it back up blowing bubbles she nasty....
Always claiming its her 1st time, I said baby that's the WORST line....
But if so lemme sign ya V-card...Sign ya V-card.....
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Laughing out the store; Cru with a few cups....me & my crew tryna slide through with a few sluts...or the wavy type acting all lady like...closet freak; day life don't determine how she play the night....U taking rite?...well that makes shit better, less complicated....X-rated...no obligations...no kinda patience....like my pussy now....like my liquor brown...no time for chasing...save that for the OJ & Cranberry hoes going both ways in Water & Danbury...CT believe me she past a virgin...I had her squirting....she acting nervous....leave ya tongue OUT lemme hit the back of ya throat &...cracked a smile when she humming this her first time...I said baby that's the worst line wit her shirt down she pointed to where to squirt mines...Yea
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[[Hook]]
Split a Dutch, get a cup; we out to the club doing a buck in the fast lane...
Get a slut to slurp it up spit it back up blowing bubbles she nasty....
Always claiming its her 1st time, I said baby that's the WORST line....
But if so lemme sign ya V-card...Sign ya V-card.....
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Saturday, September 26, 2009 6:03 pm

I mean...lets be 4real we both grown here...u was doing this since u was growing hair...down there...u know u gotta shave that/from the back I pull ya braids I gotta wave cap...On/you a Capricorn I'm a Taurus/40 inch ass so I climb up on it...UH...got you feeling every inch a me....on top of covers...ya other lovers are history...(she said) she said she only ride Phillz dick/a bumpy ride remind her of a field trip/chill bitch you working on ya 4th nut...in the last hour...doesn't matter...pass the dour/nut on ya tits; you could taste it or grab a towel...all of a sudden its her 1st time...I said baby that's the worst line wit her shirt down she pointed to where to squirt mines....Yea
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[[Hook]]
Split a Dutch, get a cup; we out to the club doing a buck in the fast lane...
Get a slut to slurp it up spit it back up blowing bubbles she nasty....
Always claiming its her 1st time, I said baby that's the WORST line....
But if so lemme sign ya V-card...Sign ya V-card..... -------------------------------------------------------
Saturday, September 26, 2009 7:28 pm

V-Cards sweetheart I had a few....A trustworthy nigga; right attitude/now they say they got it taken by a rapping dude/I sign my name well...never irrational/I aint never ask...they always ask me/& honestly I always sign it anonymously/I gotta leave never spotting a heart on my sleeve/pardon me I aint mean to slaughter ya dreams/not ya fairy tale ending/but you'll remember when; slid it in had u trembling/tears on cheeks...face down...ass up M.A.C lip gloss smeared on sheets/I'm such a visionary cuz all of that shit... of course is after missionary/now u could say it was ya first time...no worst line....

P.S. Was it worth ya time??....
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[[Hook]]
Split a Dutch, get a cup; we out to the club doing a buck in the fast lane...
Get a slut to slurp it up spit it back up blowing bubbles she nasty....
Always claiming its her 1st time, I said baby that's the WORST line....
But if so lemme sign ya V-card...Sign ya V-card.....
Track Name: High Fashion
Sunday, May 31, 2009 4:23 pm

Oh word $450 for those shoes nigga?...Damn $350 for the belt....$250 for the rag....mmmm...nicceee...hold up a stack for the hat?....That's what it is gsz...but hold up let me ask u something....How many bodies u got?.....4?...Hahahaha
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This for them niggas that like to roll high fashion....see some shortys roll by & they try & ask em/Whats ya name sweetheart? They rolling eyes @ em/cuz real eyes, realize, real lies faggots/see price tags ...thinking they could buy swag/wake up & turn it on?...(since when it had a switch?)/a closet fulla shit but never had a bitch/cuz wit all that money spent U still ave-ver-rage/after this I'm pretty sure ill get sum crooked eyes/I experienced that everyday do I look surprised?/I don't like ta brag on hoes I've had but YOU mad cuz YOU had to "Throw it in the bag"/& still NOT living a Fabolous Life/I mean if she call for it ill throw a pass @ ya wife/& I laugh @ em like u hyped cuz u bought it (ehemm) or borrowed it ...you fucking right I could afford it but man....
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[[Hook]]
I don't need Polo for hoes to go low...
Don't need the Gucci...Don't need the Louie...
Still got the coochie...Still got the booty....
U still copping Prada & aint fucking nada.....

I don't need Versace yet they still jock me...
Don't need the Pucci....Don't need the Hermes...
I don't eat the coochie....She still opened her legs....
U still copping Prada & aint fucking nada.......
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5:30 am Monday, June 8, 2009

Now if you pulling stickers & you ARE pulling bitches, pay a nigga no mind I do this all the time (What?)/Ex-pose those who really need to be...reminded from time 2 time on how to beat the cheeks/ (Listen) They know if they fucking within the 1st 5minutesz/before you flash it in they face 1st iron it/come on make sure they laced 1st tie ya shits/I ride by like "Hi?!" they persssspirrrriiiiinnnnn/sweatin him without the cursive lettering....Yea he had a Moncler but he had to walk here.../simple Vneck, rosary & they all stare/then the haters twist they noses @ me cuz they all wear/Gucci, Louie Vuitton, Versace, YSL/a fucking shame.......see em leaving parties by themselves/NO monogramaflage; my hands on her bra...NO red & green stripes; I fuck em & never see em twice....cuz....
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[[Hook]]
I don't need Polo for hoes to go low...
Don't need the Gucci...Don't need the Louie...
Still got the coochie...Still got the booty....
U still copping Prada & aint fucking nadaaa.....

I don't need Versace yet they still jock me...
Don't need the Pucci....Don't need the Hermes...
I don't eat the coochie....She still opened her legs....
U still copping Prada & aint fucking nadaaa.......
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Monday, June 29, 2009 12:33 pm

Ooooh I 4got u income tax balling...from January to April you try to act important....hoping the hoes thinking u actually scoring...Summertime come around u back 2 being boring/Ya should start calling Chris, Hitch/my chicks aint worried bout Christmas they just miss Chris/ UH /I know u hearing what I said....I have em so head over heels then heels over head/so yea, go head appeal em with ya bread, I aint hating just rather be the dick dealer instead/ She said "Where ya Gucci at nigga, Where ya Prada at?" I spend kitty wisely I aint buying that...I'm in to chilling with women in different timezones...Wanna vacation from ya man? Pick a condo....Oceanfront or staring @ a Skyline? She said "I'm good, rather settle for the Honda..."
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[[Hook]]x2
I don't need Polo for hoes to go low...
Don't need the Gucci...Don't need the Louie...
Still got the coochie...Still got the booty....
U still copping Prada & aint fucking nada.....

I don't need Versace yet they still jock me...
Don't need the Pucci....Don't need the Hermes...
I don't eat the coochie....She still opened her legs....
U still copping Prada & aint fucking nada.......
Track Name: All On Me
Thursday, March 5, 2009 1:14 am

Damn what's wrong baby...why u crying?...get off the floor & lemme help u through it....
Yo my nigga u good?....you know I got you nigga...Lets get focused gsz...

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[[Ho0k]]
If there aint progress...& there aint no dollars...just pay no mind it all falls on me (Yea)....I guess its All on me (Yea).....its All on me...

If ya roads too long...& u can't move on...take the weight off ya shoulder let it fall on me (Yea)...I guess its All on me (Yea)....is All on me...
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LOOK!...If ya hearts filled wit hate just pour it on mine/think he gangsta now cuz he saw it online/record it all the time...distorted young mind if ya memory's too full just store it on mine...I'm just tryna unwind where the waters all fine...crossing borders in tour buses Corona's all lime/just blowing on dimes...been late for my train a thought for a while its about time I caught it on time/I would just walk away when I saw the wrong signs...now I open up eyes & let em gaze into the future/no more reminiscing on days when I used to/play the back role sitting on the back burner/this road to success is starting to be a back burner/ACGs still loose & aint no turning back brotha/so if u feeling like u losing composure...just take a deep breath n kindly place it on my shoulder....

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[[Ho0k]]
If there aint progress...& there aint no dollars...just pay no mind it all falls on me (Yea)....I guess its All on me (Yea).....its All on me...

If ya roads too long...& u can't move on...take the weight off ya shoulder let it fall on me (Yea)...I guess its All on me (Yea)....is All on me...

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Friday, March 27, 2009 7:07 pm @ LGA

Second verse is dedicated 2 single mothers wit patience/surviving thru mad shit wit the struggles & still make it/momz don't wanna babysit they scheduled u for day shift/sorry ass baby father still living in a basement/a never ending cycle; he aint know how to brake it/& every time you see his fucking jaw u wanna break it/but keep ya cool mami...enroll in school mami & guaranteed ya seed a label you a cool mommy/Shit.. I'm a product of it but Phillz is not the subject/I cried wit mommy all the time but not in public/cuz mommy said Chris never let em see u sweat/ (Could break a leg trying); never let em see you vexed/I see u stressed with a tear falling down ya cheek/pains in ya chest; ya hairs falling every week/"Keep Ya Head Up" & "Dear Mama" on repeat/just fall asleep relax ya soul & put it All on me...

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[[Ho0k]]
If there aint progress...& there aint no dollars...just pay no mind it all falls on me (Yea)....I guess its All on me (Yea).....its All on me...

If ya roads too long...& u can't move on...take the weight off ya shoulder let it fall on me (Yea)...I guess its All on me (Yea)....is All on me...

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Friday, April 3, 2009 12:53 am - 2:02 am

Now lil boys & girls your the voices of the world/let your choices unfurl & bring joy to the world/but I can understand that ya daddy aint care/always fighting wit mommy now daddy aint there..../just know its not ya fault & they got they own problems/back & forth to work so u @ ya home wildin/sneaking in...sneaking out tryna see what the streets about...only focused on radio songs, the latest sneakers out/because a yall, Phillz is now speaking out 2 let you know you can reach beyond what you dream about/aint worth it 2 be all liquored up or weeded out/we all gotta purpose its time 2 seek it out/& as I flow wit the beat emotions leaking out/I let my thoughts process before they reach my mouth/so if u feeling like you losing composure...just take a deep breath n kindly place it on my shoulder....

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[[Ho0k]]
If there aint progress...& there aint no dollars...just pay no mind it all falls on me (Yea)....I guess its All on me (Yea).....its All on me...

If ya roads too long...& u can't move on...take the weight off ya shoulder let it fall on me (Yea)...I guess its All on me (Yea)....is All on me...
Track Name: Fuck With You
Friday, June 12, 2009 3:26 am -- 6:12 am

Wat?!.....All I wanna do is fuck you?!....Nah u got it all wrong baby girl....I mean just hear a nigga out...

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It seems as soon as I said "Whats good Darling"/she turning over gently saying "Damn, Good Morning"/I can recall wen we had a damn good morning/took sum time but fuck it.. other dames was boring/cuz shes infatuated wit fancy cars & oceanfront condos & classy garments/aint the type to be in her classes snoring; keeps her glasses on wen we acting naughty/got me curious mentally that's important... ("It Phillz(Feels) Good-Life")....here's ya chance to join in..... She love to rub a nigga back b4 it goes down...recite a nigga songs she got all my flows down....pat to the tee or whatever....constantly stealing one of my tees or a sweater...after arguments she wanna leave ii never let her...she just a lil bit in L-O-V another letter...uh yea...she roll the weed in a vanilla...M.A.C all over it...Tats all exposed n shit/speed it up mad fast; then I'm slow wit it...Got that ass getting fat yall I know she notice it....
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[[Ho0k]]x2
I just wanna FUCK with you....
I aint just tryna FUCK YOU baybay.....
I just wanna FUCK with you.....
I aint just tryna FUCK YOU girl.......
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I got her making drug sales...scented in Love Spell.....
Vickie-Toria said she love thugs well?? I'm so far from 1 mami but I handle mines...a nigga put his hands on mine I'm a handle nines.... Heartbeats coinciding wit the baseline.... Caramel-covered strawberries as we taste wine.... She paused & said "I LOVE YOU" but she hates why the only reason I don't repeat it back cuz it takes...time...but I'm reaching for my watch baby/I'm a get there eventually...just watch baby....
My foot is on ya gas; I'm tryna Top 80/never braking girl ya heart I'm tryna race it girl/its funny, cuz i done seen a share of naked girls/I rarely chase a girl.. I rather pace a girl/face it girl I mite compare but u my favorite girl/lets face the world & leave ya M.A.C. all over it...swear I could poster this tatts all expose & shit....speed it up mad fast; then I'm slow wit it/Got that ass getting fat yall I notice it..I push her buttons sometimes so yea she supposed 2 bitch...
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[[Ho0k]]x2
I just wanna FUCK with you....
I aint just tryna FUCK YOU baybay.....
I just wanna FUCK with you.....
I aint just tryna FUCK YOU girl.......
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[[Bridge]]
Just tryna be that nigga.... (On ya mind)
The one u cursing at..... (All the time)
Would you let me make it (Up -- to -- you)
It's your choice & its (Up -- to -- you)
Place ya bet & put it All On Me.......
I told u mami put it All On Me......

Cuz maybe I care....
Just makin it fair....
Baby I swear....

[[Ho0k]]x2
I just wanna FUCK with you....
I aint just tryna FUCK YOU baybay.....
I just wanna FUCK with you.....
I aint just tryna FUCK YOU girl.......
Track Name: Let Me Love You
7:37 pm Tuesday, August 19, 2008

She said....."Let me show you how...let me show you style...in fact u possess that...lemme hold u down/be that ride or die bitch that roll piffy up/grape dutch blaze up...& ill even keep the 8 tucked/I'll walk miles for u...bag pounds for you...fuck the D.A. the night before trial for you/ UH /Can't believe it....u got me fiendin....love it wen u grab my hair & beat it"....I said "I'm leaving....I be right back!"/never knew my dick game a do things like that/have shorty bending her back cuz I'm bending her back/stole her from her man I'm feeling like sending her back/I mean I never held her hand in the mall or the club/every time I see her she all in love/I never should of put it ALL in...love/I'm a pimp...I rarely trip...picture me falling in love...She still saying...
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You don't wanna fall in love with a nigga like me mami....Oh u wanna put ya lips on something I can arrange something like that.....Make a few calls...Make a few calls.... You wanna do something for me HUH? Aight...aight listen....

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I mean....I don't mean 2 b an asshole/I'm just focused on counting my green mami that's all/by any means....pills hash or that soft/in mean time lemme palm that ass that's soft/ill never pass her off gotta her moving packs off outta state she never hesitate 2 let the mach off/mac gloss doobie wrap Chanel shades/don't mind staying in a hotel for days/cuz I wasn't sentimental wit my presentation/What's good ma?...here's a rental & a destination/go get that & come back to daddy/hit her wit her cut & a cum back from daddy/uh I'm so in control.....told her grab da wheel say "I'm in control/so for me shorty a stretch niggas/now she thinking bout that money lying to the next nigga like.....

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You really think she's into you huh nigga? Hahaha She's thinking about that next dollar, dickhead! Got ya head all gassed up & shit...Let me talk to you girl...

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It's all about the Jackson's, Franklin's & Grant's/them type of names bring trips 2 England & France/fuck a dollar & a dream I gotta single & a chance/she said the smell of paper give her a tingle in her pants/like Pringle's in a can them chips was stacked/took the same mentality & switched 2 rap/1st they love me then they hate me den they love me again/talk shit behind my back ...my shoulders shrugging again/like FUCK?....supposed 2 bother me nigga?...if u playing wit the money that a bother me nigga/u clogging up space this aint an artery nigga/I take this shit serious cus it fathered me nigga/uh...I love 2 see her smile...20z 50z & hunits she love 2 count em down...even wen I'm not around/shit getting thick invest in money machines/flipping that green green I swear the money would sing...like...
Track Name: I'm Ready
Sunday, June 6, 2010 3:55 pm

YO YO YO YO YO...........

Mothafuck ya opinions...Mothafuck ya suggestions...
Hearing TOO MANY answers & I aint ask no questions... Nick-picking all my BARS...searching for some flaws.... Ya looking for me dog?...Call up one a ya broads...Cuz while you steady rhyming bout how you the hardest nigga...psshhtt..it aint hard to figure...hoes won't even bother with ya/Ha ha ha blowing exotic on a balcony...watching the waves thinking why these niggas got it out for me/Damn I'm just PMC..uh..I'm just being me..uh...maybe the way I breathe...got em in E N V-Y/Why even bother with these niggas/They all my daughters I'm a buy some garters for these niggas/UGH they can't stand me tho...Wet Willies Miami flow...while they walking to the store b-buying p-pantyhose/I aint stopping til I'm in a Big Benz...counting Big Benz...slide the curt-tain & see Big Ben....Yea
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Thursday, June 17, 2010 3:54 pm

YO YO YO YO YO......

Mothafuck ya opinions...Mothafuck ya suggestions...
Hearing TOO MANY answers & I aint ask no questions... All these oOos & ahhhs...so if I'm rude to yall....just @ me out on Twitter nigga then we'll move along/I'm focused on my future aint no time to argue with ya...yea I might polly with ya I aint tryna party with ya/cuz that mans fake felt it in his handshake...give me a damn break...I do for my fans sake/can't please everybody..that's just the chance u take when u thinking outside the BOX I been planned my escape/then patched it up real nice & through a bow around it/fucking am I kidding I just (w)rapped a few flows around it/place an obstacle in front of me watch I go around it/karma is a mothafucka watch it merry go round it/the flow I found it now I'm worshiped by the cooler kids/leering to the next venue I'm flirting with the stewardess....Nice
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Sunday, June 20, 2010 7:17 pm

I gotta common sense.. like a common scent you hear my voice its sparks memories, commas & shit.....
niggas is feeble to me...laying in a fetal to me...Where's ya favorite rappers FANS at? Nigga feed em to me/This is FOOD for thought & they got foolish thoughts bout to carve my name in the game like a stool in court/Yea.. So FUCK the judge & FUCK YOU too/Heard the rumors & allegations the feelings mutual....
Track Name: Self-Sharpening
Wednesday, July 15, 2009 6:00 pm

[[Automatic pencil sharpener sound effect]]

Over the years..Most my peers lying in the dirt...got lost in the struggle wit no father to run to, no siblings to bug you, just a mother to love you/I guess young niggas forced to smoke a few wit the local crews/& niggas at school always wanna fuck with you cuz niggas rocking Jordan's & Momz saying these Chuck's a do/show love as a kid Pops was reluctant to...show me how to ride a bike...show a nigga how to fight/I taught myself everything I know... so when I blow ...its to myself everything I owe/save ya jokes for the deck; take shit personally/cuz ill palm a 380 for the lady that birth me/tend to black out from the world when I'm venting verbally/sweat in every noun?, blood in every verb? Certainly/can't be mad at that man for pitching dummies/his family hungry & he had to get to the money/peeped a white collar staring at em differently, funny/that thought overlapped by his Sis with kicks in her tummy/sunny days turn to cold night...socks are doubled...forced to cuddle...nobody cooking but the stove lights/he so nice but he knows he's no carpenter/& his pencil's broke, no point, no sharpener...
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[[Hook]]
In this world you gotta sharpen ya self....(ya self)
Keep on reaching you aint far from the shelf.....(the shelf)
And if u fall you can pardon ya self....(ya self)
Cuz in this world you gotta sharpen ya self...(ya self)

Just....
Keep twisting (keep twisting) keep twisting (keep twisting) x2

Damn my fucking 'point' broke again?...Just start off slowly young man & keep twisting....
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Sunday, July 19, 2009 5:25 pm

He aint wanna take part; my movie moved on/different locations; always moved on/Futon; it folded out perfectly here's ya chance to read the script...made me only believe in Chris/better believe dis shit...chose my own road to follow/a hefty cast but only like one Role...model cars was rarely ever into those/rather models hopping outta cars in expensive clothes/I tend to know when I'm losing balance...or equilibrium/supposed to clash HE..I never live wit em/helping hand or pat on the back was never giving one/director cut the supporting cast must of got rid of them/but through in sum extra roles I'm grateful for the women friends/blockbuster weekends; headed for my dividends/my point is made.. It Was Written.. no cheat codes/I award myself no need for no se-quel cuz....
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[[Hook]]
In this world you gotta sharpen ya self....(ya self)
Keep on reaching you aint far from the shelf.....(the shelf)
And if you fall you can pardon ya self....(ya self)
Cuz in this world you gotta sharpen ya self...(ya self)

Just....
Keep twisting (keep twisting) keep twisting (keep twisting) x2

Damn my fucking 'point' broke again?...Just start off slowly young man & keep twisting....
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Monday, July 20, 2009 12:59 pm

[[Bridge]]
(Pencil scribbling & snapping sound effect)
Ahh FUCK!........

Well I know you thinking why NOT just use a pen?...
Cuz THEN their would be nothing for me to sharpen...(stupid)
A ballpoint...You just tryna be well-rounded...
I'm on point....I'm just tryna peak hell's mountains...
And one point...wasn't a single drop of confidence
Ok I'm lying...its just now I acknowledge it...& nah
I aint tryna kick knowledge kid thought I was Tré they tried to turn me to a college kid...I want the DoughBoy...Graduate in a recession, none of em employed...its all null & void....advise you to use ya own tools to grow cuz if you aint a genius or rich you paying off student loans black.... I just wanted you to know that....
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[[Hook]]
In this world you gotta sharpen ya self....(ya self)
Keep on reaching you aint far from the shelf.....(the shelf)
And if you fall you can pardon ya self....(ya self)
Cuz in this world you gotta sharpen ya self...(ya self)

Just....
Keep twisting (keep twisting) keep twisting (keep twisting) x2

Damn my fucking 'point' broke again?...Just start off slowly young man & keep twisting....
Track Name: His Lies
Monday, June 14, 2010 10:47 am

Guess this what he really wanna tell me....
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I was too young to have a son @ 22/would get a sharp pain whenever ya mother came through/I stuck around at first & slang cane too/Every argument between me & her I blamed you/Shit..Member when Tyson was a puppy? Dropped em off at the Apt; you told me that you loved me...leaned over & hugged me I focused on a HOT date wasn't worried bout that 1 BED & that HOT plate/plus my lil nigga "Little" got shot 2day/6 shots into the taxi nigga the mobster way/promise ill be a better Popz just not 2day/its like I'm viewing a constant fucking re-run/I aint know mines so I guess you don't need one/Why would you love me? I'm still searching for a reason...Fuck it! I aint know how to be father...My foster was abusive & you know I was adopted....I'm Sorry...
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12:16 pm

I was too young to have a son @ 22/would get a sharp pain whenever ya mother came through/let me unwind & rewind the hands a time way before I ever ever ever laid hands on ya mom/back to that lil boy who was tortured & teased/not at school or the streets but by his sib-lings/I seen mommy get abused by a fucking monster/succumb to crack & pass away with the fucking monster/I just took it all in there was nothing I could do/My biological left me at the hospital/Next time I seen her hung me out a fucking window/Man, I'm just a product of the BULLSHIT I been threw/can't PAUSE the game I was forced to continue/Tucked my emotions away cuz that's just what Men do/Fuck it! I aint know how to be father...My foster was abusive & you know I was adopted....
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Me of all people...I'd figure you'd keep it a stack with me...

I don't see why you aint tell me this earlier...Not like I aint know already.......
Track Name: Deserving Effort
Tuesday, October 27, 2009 3:56 pm


Dear Grandma, here's a letter from ya Grandstar/u told God I deserve another chance huh?/it seems logical to me....cuz a week before my rosary beads popped in the V/Yea...I know you still watching over Chris/I noticed this, every Morn I shoulder kiss/my left shoulder; miss ya leftovers/I try to drown the pain, deep breaths sober/used to place blessing oil on my 4head/Godly woman, had me praying before bed...Yea...I miss them days/I tear up & reminisce some days I'm a man wit mine/Came out my mouth, u lifting up ya hand/a lot of memories right there on Linden & the Van/sink baths spray water shower me down/running from to room to room Bo followed me around/uh...German Sheppard...his bark; ill never 4get it...his bite; I never tested it/ya voice keep me straight instead of swerving reckless/I can't explain it all; here's ya deserving effort...I Said....
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[[Hook]]
Since you been gone......
I know....I've changed......
Since you been gone......
Ya soul.....remains......

I got it now I've learned my lesson....uh
So here goes ya deserving effort....yea
Was listening; I heard ya message....uh
So here goes ya deserving effort....yea
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Monday, November 16, 2009 3:29 pm

Wattup Scotty? Its been a few years now/& since then I've lost a few more peers wow/I light up multiple Ls & pour drinks 4 u/turn up the volume on Bone Thugs & think a u/You'd be glad to hear they all got back together/as far as Goodfellas I'm wishing we was back together/Jays on his way home I got his back forever/take it back to them days when we leaned & touched backs together/Figgs still in NC holding shit down/Martin's living good Jorge got 2 son's now/as for that Free Scotty tee (I still got it)/as for ya favorite MC; (I still got it)/I know ya Trueys is all Bluey politicking while giving a tatt to Tookie nigga usually ya voice keep me straight wen I'm swerving reckless/I can't explain it all but here's ya deserving effort...I Said....
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[[Hook]]
Since you been gone......
I know....I've changed......
Since you been gone......
Ya soul.....remains......

I got it now I've learned my lesson....uh
So here goes ya deserving effort....yea
Was listening; I heard ya message....uh
So here goes ya deserving effort....yea
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Tuesday, April 27, 2010 3:21 pm

This for Dave's moms...for Doe's popz...
They stayed calm....I was so shocked/cuz Mingo had his own lingo...prolly up at God's house putting up the shingles/BINGO!...I could hear Paps talking...I swear late at night I still hear Paps walking/& that's the bottom line/they might be all outta SIGHT but never outta MIND...I just press rewind/ya see I take my time with the songs I write/Man...I wish Hannah had stayed home that night/.......I know Sierra think about her/wish the drunk driver was satisfied with saliva/Wonder what made em go in that store waving a gun?/What if Raylin stayed in & was raisin his son?/I don't complain when the rain fall/Sun rays the next day help with pain yall......
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[[Hook]]
Since you been gone......
I know....I've changed......
Since you been gone......
Ya soul.....remains......

I got it now I've learned my lesson....uh
So here goes ya deserving effort....yea
Was listening; I heard ya message....uh
So here goes ya deserving effort....yea
Track Name: Dear Mommy
Tuesday, July 7-8, 2009 11:41 am

Good Evening....This is for the sole person who brought me into this world...

And I LOVE her for that...Just so she'll get to smell the Roses with me....

Most of ya should be able to relate tho....

It started off with the...I got it right here...listen....yo yo
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It started off with the Eskimo kisses & butterflies....I bumped my face she gave me sugar coated butter eyes...& most a the time it work but otherwise I been hooked since that first look into my mother eyes...
MOMMY....got me curious to go 2 class...I laugh thinking bout the times u used to whoop my ass....my head was too big so I was over due....haha my head is still big the world knows it too....Poppa's first one & Momma's only...to hell wit him he dipped he left my momma lonely....well not completely cuz you always had me...would run up in my room; I'm screaming from a bad dream...or a nightmare to go though times w/o you id be twice as scared....but I was quite prepared...you'd kiss my forehead tell me the night light's there....got her in tears prolly...got me saying Dear Mommy............
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[[Ho0k]]
Ur appreciated..........
Dear Mommy (self-echo)
Ur appreciated.......
Dear Mommy (self-echo)
Ur appreciated.........
Dear Mommy (self-echo)
Ur appreciated........
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And to the cowardly men in ya past who tend to give u tears....don't stress em baby girl God a give em theirs....as long as I'm here ull NEVER live in fear...I'm just returning the favor cuz I wasz givin years...filled wit memories & cooked food...ask my female friends u raised a good dude...u pulled double shifts & in ya eyes I'm innocent....I'm at the crib sneaking out getting into SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....could paint pictures w/o cursing...chew my food quietly ...drink w/o slurping...suck my teeth get slapped lips my mouths hurting...fanning down fire alarms cuz the house smoking....ME tryna cook & I was kinda shook....did current events summarized any kinda book...that's how Chris was raised before the sixth grade....got her in tears prolly...got me saying Dear Mommy......
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[[Ho0k]]
Ur appreciated..........
Dear Mommy (self-echo)
Ur appreciated.......
Dear Mommy (self-echo)
Ur appreciated.........
Dear Mommy (self-echo)
Ur appreciated........ ---------------------------------------------------------------

Save the back talk & unthinkable swearing @ em...I swear is some who act like they don't even care about em....Who u kidding boy?...U was a kid wit toys...& when she gone you'll never be able to fill the void...& u don't want her to have thoughts of a bad son....put ya self in a position of never even having one...cuz just the other day right before summer came ...one of mans just cried the whole Mothers Day...her year-to-date of passing a couple months away....suffering from pain....remembering the days...wen they hugged each other...wen she packed his lunch up...Whens the last time YOU ...hugged ya mother? And to ones with grudges; a head full f rage...Just think about your 1st 100 & 20 days...no clinic....just her hand stomach rubbing it....Got em all in tears prolly....Got em saying Dear Mommy....
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[[Ho0k]]
Ur appreciated..........
Dear Mommy (self-echo)
Ur appreciated.......
Dear Mommy (self-echo)
Ur appreciated.........
Dear Mommy (self-echo)
Ur appreciated........

Its crazy cuz most of the people I know don't have they father around no more or never even knew dude & still don't take the time to appreciate the most important person in their lives....don't take things for granted yall...matter fact call her right now...yea YOU...call her & tell her to enjoy her day & that's all nothing more nothing less oh & I LOVE You of course....
Track Name: Move On
Monday, August 10, 2009 1:14 am


I told mommy nothing ever stays the same in life...she said "So I guess you about to change it right?"...I said yea...I'm a gather up the pains in life...project my voice, stand tall & aim @ a mic/she like.. "Nigga..now how's that supposed to help?"/cuz not every bar written is always wrote for self/I want people to feel me hear it in my name?/She said, "Boy, u got an old soul steering ya veins/& capillaries" momma u don't have to worry cuz unlike them my vocab aint imaginary/I spit real facts & lay em on real tracks & u prolly aint real if u cant feel that/this is Phillz rap...to hell with a deal rap...that use sleep as answer to 'Where's ya next meal @?"/sometimes my thoughts clash together then I remember nothing last forever....I just gotta move on....
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[[Hook]]
I just gotta move on live my life to the fullest...
Times moving fast; faster than a bullet....
Seems like just yesterday I was young wit no stress....
Now I'm getting grown I'm so blessed....

I just gotta move on live my life to the fullest...
Times moving fast; faster then a bullet....
Seems like just yesterday they aint believe in me...
But nigga all I need is me...I just gotta move on...(echo)
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To bigger & better things....
GT coupes wit butter leather dreams...
Never talk about shit I aint never seen...Word to Grandma 99' she gotta set a wings...
And now she looking over me...I'm living everyday like its supposed 2 be...every morn I throw on a rosary...Don't go to church but at least I keep her close to me...Some think they know me but its more than meets the eye...some memories are so vivid I rather keep inside...& every song making it rain when niggas need a job....plus kids wit Suicidal Thoughts I gotta keep alive...Ready To Die living so Illmatic...babies found in dumpsters Brenda's still at it/sometimes ya thoughts clash together then U remember nothing last forever....U just gotta move on....
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[[Hook]]
U just gotta move on live ya life to the fullest...
Times moving fast; faster than a bullet....
Seems like just yesterday u was young wit no stress....
Now u getting grown ya so blessed....

U just got a move on live ya life to the fullest...
Times moving fast; faster then a bullet....
Seems like just yesterday they aint believe in U...
But nigga all u need is U...U just gotta move on...(echo)
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Done woke up to attics & base heads when we was trapping...lived in attics to basements, even a mansion/hand me downs kinda young I'm peeping em laughing/life could change in an instance; dream & imagine/proceed wit passion you'll go far...remain stagnant & doze off u won't hear opportunity knocking on a steel door with a crowbar u wonder why u got no job/persistence & dedication...ya life switches to a better station/from being on probation & new cases....to remote locations....Rolls Royce racing/we call that shit Ghost-Phantom tag...years ago u couldn't fathom that/sometimes our thoughts clash together then we remember nothing last forever....We just gotta move on....
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[[Hook]]x2
We just gotta move on live ya lives to the fullest...
Times moving fast; faster than a bullet....
Seems like just yesterday we was young wit no stress....
Now we getting grown we so blessed....

We just gotta move on live ya lives to the fullest...
Times moving fast; faster then a bullet....
Seems like just yesterday they aint believe in US...
But nigga all we need is US....I just gotta move on...(echo)