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Revelationz

Yukmouth

Thugged Out: The Albulation

1998

Welcome.
It is I that you see.
Little boys an girls.... Revelationz.
Listen.
Why do the good die young, an the bad mutha fuckas live fo ever?
'cause

skin, but by your mind, is you Satan or divine?
What's your ideology?
Either change your behavior or save your apology
I spit it like I gotta get it

and scoffers whose hearts are desolate

But an empty life is in the love of the Lord
And on His law they meditate day and night
They are like trees planted by

you're rocking with the proverbial dragon
Whose smashing these hasbeens with rap is my passion
So when you feel the heat Fiyablasta packing
You'll be

I don't play
Nowadays this shit is getting too fake
When I say I love you
You could take it two ways
One side is me lying right to your face
The other

Girl I didn't know you so naughty
Slide on it
Tell her bring it back
And put the vibe on it
Ride on it
Tell me whose it is
And she put mine on it
Err
456

you said, ohh								
There's gotta be a better way, ohh 
Who is the predator, whose the prey 								
Who gets the bill, when its time to pay 							
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bump it back to back
Gold Chain diamonds shining with the Throne attached
I'm in the lions den battling back to raps
Inspired by the God MC you know

to fucking god that the thing don’t jam
I seen some stains where it used to be people
I’ve seen some bodies that died by needle
Bodied by tracks in their arms

bought me a chain yeah 
Ice on my neck drip drip
Ice on my bitch drip drip 
Ice in my cup drank drank 
Whose at the door bang bang

I'm surrounded by gang

Up with the sun in the kitchen like Melvin
I'm in the trap doing numbers like Belly
You don't want beef and I do not suggest it
Don't come to me like

broke kids is calling me rich
Wanna be called by the coach, he got me warming the bench
All cause I broke our star player ankle,
It seems I still can't

You told me that you had a bad day
Whole damn year didn't go your way
I said forget tonight today, time to hibernate
What is it you really wanna say?

nations
I cannot see that God's
Not concerned
With different races
I still believe that God
Is the one
Whose gonna save us
Indeed it's hard
To admit my

Identity

J.R.

Rebel

2008

a two
But that ain't true
If she only knew
In Christ she is loved, she secure and accepted
Never be rejected by God whose elected her
Her beauty is

Phillipe
Just dropped a tape, so it’s back to the streets
I do not play that no fuck-shit on me
I own the city they gave me a key
Signed by Colgate 'cause I

cookies
I told her wear her hair so I could pull it
My money too tall to overlook me
Like John Salley, I'm coaching like Pat Riley
I used to hot box

Testimony

Fiend

Caledonian Cosmic

1998

lord I really must say 
Everything has got a message and a meaning to it 
A purpose, if you don't believe then your day is coming 
Now I'm a tell you

is when you rewind me

Shout out to my carbon copies
You'll NEVER be me cause you

Make it look SLOPPY 

I just hold this shit down
By ANY MEANS

The Raven

Basil Rathbone

Poems and Tales of Edgar Allan Poe, Vol. 1

chamber door;
                                          This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

a nice ring to it like
A Golddigger supplied by your husband
Only rhymer who does it
Without a mind that is functioned
To be designed as a puppet
I'ma

Sun is shining somehow it's raining within
Sharing multiple smiles though fake and unreal
Sometimes I feel like I can't get outta bed
It's my weight

The City Bushman - In Answer to "Banjo," and Otherwise by Henry Lawson - Part A

IT WAS PLEASANT UP THE COUNTRY, MR. BANJO, WHERE YOU WENT,
FOR YOU

satisfy my sweet tooth (no)
Amplified my beats is proof of light up
I only do as right, you only do as left (uh)
Now tell me whose the best, Lord Jamar,