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by the amazing Micheal Christopher

Yeah

Temperature rising like the sun in the morning
Like its past my curfew baby girl im going in
Passion is

Black Man

Stevie Wonder

Songs in the Key of Life

1976

was laid
By the yellow man

We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic colors
Red, blue and white
But we all must be given
The liberty that

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

Words and music by Christopher Cross and Rob Meurer
It's a calm wind blowing on my skin
And I've been dreaming again
Now that we're all here

We

COULD
BUT THEY WON'T CAUSE THEY KNOW
SEE WE LIVE BY THE SAME CODE
BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS AND YOU STAY BROKE
WANNA MAKE MORE?
HOLLA AT A G
I'LL SHOW YOU

Now special request to all tourist
Whether you live inna Canada, America
Or you live inna forrest
This is Apache, and I no come and miss
For mi seh,

The Spiritual Kind

Terri Hendrix

The Spiritual Kind

2007

I am the spiritual kind
I keep a cross in my pocket for some peace of mind
I hold onto it when I need a little faith
When I'm lost, I find I'm

release me til I sat and I talked with feds
The lead detective told me Ryan died from two shots to the head
It's hard for me to live and just accept that my

the crime
Like Christopher Nolan, I'm from where they shoot you in dark of the night
I remember hearing whizzing go by
Down by the streets where my momma told

Right out the window like a rat who tried to cross and died
To floss they tried, it's empty and soulless, ever lost in side
It's why they probably told

Came from a God
Introduced by the Womb of a Queen
That made me a prince
So I inherit the name of a King

Therefore I am great
A threat to society

a lesson do you smell what I’m cooking

Christopher Columbus was never on water but that’s what they taught us in a church filled of sin nobody repents still

where we can go
Fuck what a nigga talk, I'm young Christopher in my soul
Walking that is, I'm King of New York and cross the globe
DC nigga this a DC mind

to the streets if a treeshy cross me 

I gotta live by the principles
I cannot worry bout peoples opinions, they miserable

I had a convo with god that was holy
He

Tatiana that rides the scooter who masturbates while she meditates
The nouveau riche lead lives in previously vacant domiciles
Adjacent to those in need

she grabbed me
Baby not one
Wrap me up in your warm embrace
The grin spread 'cross your whole damn face
I can see the sparkle in your eyes
By now you

nothing 'bout pearly gates
Purgatory's fake
Cross of calvary my sins were laid
Christian this, Christian that
All that worthless verbal chat
Does your life

at the rivalries, rendezvous
Yeah, barbecue, young niggas saucy, now look at how they move
Niggas steppin' weird like two little shoes

They scoopin' how we hoop,

Lay Down

U-God

Golden Arms Redemption

1999

and stroll
Stop and go, cop an old up town choppin
Choppin for dough, prophisise
Monopolize ingrown, pull back with no remorse
The horse power cross bow