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nothing but a blip since my sonics arisen
Guess I'm a blue blur, depressed so I shoot words
They call me every name in the book but I've been through worse,

knew better
Pocket full of evil Thumping through blue devils
Clips got a sequel I load up and shoot better
Never would of trusted you if I knew better

sleep smack good morning
Quit your snoring
Roll Blue Dream
Need a forgien
Blood sweat tears pouring
Ain't boring just routine
We soaring while recording

quit
The evil seducing, just dew it
The fire within is burning bigger then before
Going up next level, going up the next floor
Step by step, song by song

Mr. President

Bushwick Bill

Phantom of the Rapra

1995

people
Devil, look at your own dirty past
Before you come to me with your blue-eyed evil
If I kill 30 innocent, would you write
A movie about me and spare

you feel it
The holy spirit gives me merit to speak these lyrics
She made me hear it across the way
At one point I lost my way but she guided me back

you out by your stink, then I twist that knife to kill
You got me murdering you rat, exterminate your nest of evil

Oh what do you do when there's a rat

hoping to open minds to this moment

Cause Israel is not a land but a people
Stolen by the czar and evil
The slave of Rothschilds
Imperial slavery

So send

to much so I'm looking at the color blue
Ha-Ha
Stare blank like a box of wheeties
Been made a way to free thee
Can we sign a peace treaty
Spokey season

Superpower leads by evil mind
You said i’m crazy cause i made my own way
Just don’t want to be the puppet on a string

Some people put their faith in you
Some

Trying to think 'bout what I told my brother yesterday
Nigga got his chain snatched by Carl, boy it ain't no way!
Aye Twon, remember when I beat your

Holy Smokes

Aesop Rock

Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives

2005

Like Laser Tag as way more spiritual than blood and body wafer bags and manger staff as long as Santa ate the cookies. Grandma was a saint while he'd

together
Yeah suture get a couple whips, yeah Kunta
Schoolboy, but gangsta was his tutors
Say the money be the root of evil
Look around and see what it do

of coal
He goes by the name of King Creole

You know he's gone, gone, gone
Jumping like a catfish on a pole, yeah
You know he's gone, gone, gone

about a mother who rides the blue line at 6
Gets off every morning at the Imperial station
Is a nurse who loves her son even still
Held him in a light

the lamb into a furios Lioness
Deep roaring triggered by the abuse
Nothing left to loose
But you
The illusion of us
Play the blues
A lonely trumpet  sounds

would you trace inside of a stencil
Only way we lose is when we waste potential

I gotta say whattup to Pthan and Peelo
I gotta stay rollin up on my blue

Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. Floor
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
Well the way he spun his butterfly

your arms and in your hands 
no alarms and no demands 
i like how we keep it peaceful 
we hold our own and no room for evil 

different shades of blue

Another Crazy Day

Brownside

Eastside Drama

1997

Got the fuck up to another crazy day
Got my travos, hit em up and I was on my way
Three Flowers in my hair, creased up and my gat
A half-way joint in

on earth
I’m not your average Joe
Space age pimpin' first verse now they
Have to protect the ho all the way winos
Trips and players in front the liquor store

on transfiguration
But this heart's still bent
Toward wicked and evil
Instead of walking in the path
That I was meant to take
And pioneer a new pathway
But it feels

the drapes by the bed
the way that midnight holds your head
the fire in the things we said
the embers burning cold instead
it's the eye that i caught you up

quits
Let me be me flying through my city
(Home of the duke)
Drama isn't what you make it, take the evil with the good keep it moving do you
That way