serve

from by FOOL.

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black folk like their cigarettes with medicine in'em
te'llem lights out, i put that con Edison in'em
how you side steppin wisdom on a Saturday
I latter dem saints, rock a halo (even) when you say that we ain't
don't need no peanut niggas to say that we great
it's a dog day, meet you outside of the bank
felons on the creep, like i find what I keep
take your lunch money without holdin the heat
a knuckle sandwich for you man that's ready to snitch
how you got game, ain't never been offah the bench
rookie in the post, that's rag of a paper
be fore president hope, and reefer that's vapor
while i never sold dope, i was aware of the coke
when the crack hit I was too young to sell it
and i'm older than you, the lies the lies
but go head, do what you do, sell pies sell pies

FOOL.

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from FOOL., released April 1, 2016

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iAreConscious New York, New York

Conscious is an artist of many facets. A lateral thinker that not only contemplates outside of the boxes that society attempts to create for him, but reshapes them to fabricate art in multiple forms.

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