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I Hear What I Hear

To Know What I Know

When I Spit It This Sick

They Don’t Understand My Flow

If I Spit It Like This

Then They’ll Understand Everything

That I Make Sense Of In My Dreams When I Sleep

Developed These Talents Of Rapping

From Listening To The Sounds And Vowels

And Rhythms In A Collision

In My Visions Of Winning

Rarely Ever Being Heated

I Keep It Chiller Than The Chiller Channel

Always Seeing The Sound

While Never Being Grounded

And Soon Figuring Out

That I Created This Talent

The Intelligence That I Possess

Is Interesting To Most

The Goodest Presents

The New Host Of The Show

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Cruise Control

These Niggas Don’t Know

But They Roll So Slow

So No Blow

When It Comes To The Dro

I Spit It So Low

They Don’t Get It

So Yo

I Dip In The Drums

Till It Hit Them In They Lungs

Getting Deeper In The Stom

It’s Cruise Control

These Niggas Roll So Slow

Noises

They Can Hear Me

But They Can’t See Me

They Can Feel Me

But They Can’t Fear Me

They Can Gear Me

But They Can’t Steer Me

So All I Can Hear Now

People Screaming My Name

And Cheering

He Enters To Take

All Of These Other Emcees

Drop Em To They Knees

Begging Please

Gripping These

Flipping Like Kick Flips

Killing Like A Disease

He’s Been Chilling On Th Beat

Like Leaves Growing On Trees

You Cannot Believe It

He’s The Most Intriguing

Invisible Instruments

Play Deep Into The Evening

He Makes Dollars And Cents

On Top Of The Big Fence

That’s Made Up Of Bricks

That’s Why The Name Sticks

AL B. RiCH Is The Shit

Spitting So Sick

My Mrs. Missing Me

As If I Was A Kid

Don’t Get It

Well Sheesh

Wake Me Up

Around Three

Head To The Bathroom

To Go Brush My Teeth

Aftermath Of That Then

I Slap On Some Jeans

A Fresh T-Shirt And

Some Socks For My Feet

Any Type Of Kicks That Chicks Dig

Stay Fitted To The Television

And I’m Still Living ILLa

And I’m Still Living ILLa