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pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

Mmm
Worlasi
Cucaracha (Racha)
Boys wan' strike but we faster (Faster)
Boys no fit die, cucaracha (Racha)
Vibe no dey die, cucaracha (Racha, racha,

Lost Boy
I lost something that day for sure
Talking sorta pains no pay could ever cure
Talking feeling rain for the first time, pure
Pitter patter in

And what they've left for me
To bury the leviathan's plague
As the prophecy's son
Guess what boy?
There ain't no chance yeah
Without this cure,
You'll walk

a puddle
In the huddle Imma say just what I wanna boy I'm never sorry
Yeah we gonna get it jumping
Runnin' on the upbeat I ain't really fucking with that

I offered my music to all of these labels
I offered my heart up to all of these models
And I got rejected by both
But you still see me up on stage

I offered my music to all of these labels
I offered my heart up to all of these models
And I got rejected by both
But you still see me up on stage

it in your brain as if it was you
Mentally fucked up and this is your cure
Pain relief, this is for the poor
The hungry and the rurals the drug dealers

In a world
Where rap is dead and the people of earth are suffering
One man can lift them from their peril
In his first studio album
He'll intrigue

Track: “Toddlers (prod. Bri Crisp)”
Artist: Bri Crisp & The Sargent (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”
Year: 2020

[INTRO: SAMPLE

leaving evil feelings on
Me for being a believer
I’m a musical therapy session
But not even God could cure your Bieber fever

I thought a Christian would

I got the best team, yours deplete, boy they been gone
Getting praise, it be reigning for us like the amazon
Huh
So no more of these fighting words
So

some songs on this album dawg, I had to scrap
Cause it's not the way I'm feeling now, I'm finally back
To myself and I'm better than ever, i'm truly