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of the brave 
I done did it all on my own 
Now a Nigga out here really 
Paving way 

(Verse 1)

Cut the music up the team celebrating
Drinks in the air tap ya

U would’ve thought she was sucking me off to the music the way that her head bobbing
I hit it all crazy she calling my phone in her feelings I ain’t

by the blood of christ, Jesus Christ
Washed away my sins when I gambled with the dice
Wanna repent, but that come with a price
They selling they souls,

Ah!!!!  They call me music blood!!!   Seeth-Green!
I gat to live a life that please me
Nobody is there to help my family
If care is not taking, walk

creatives tore
Starlet light dimmed by the way that all belong
I believe that these walls can talk
Long, dark corridors and rooms with no locks
Now you can

the cost in blood shed up under a full moon
Issuing last rights when the positions assumed
I stay game tight and on game night I’m in a zone
Ran the gauntlet

Up in the studio serving up and moving dope
Make these lames fadeaway like Patrick Ewing in the post
I do the most stayed quiet while the music spoke

them to see me flex
My boys on my block gave me my respect
But what I really hope is that it would lead to sex
Bad brown babe name of Deeana
Had

Now all I really care about
Is the quality of the music
This Bonnie never minds
If Clyde's eyes misconstrued it
If I choose to play the role

Moving forward, dearly beloved
Make I and I recall
Bob's Son set in Babylon
Atop the very high mountain
Carving prophecy into rock
Blood from

What absurd strategy is this?
Send down a handful of warriors
Let's see if their blood is the same color as ours

Watch me appear on the field,

boy you creepy as fuck
Take a hint suck a dick and go home no problem
I'm a fucking boss yeah on my G shit
Work on your flaws oh yeah I can see them

quickly spreads around

Pride fills the land and we’re all spell bound
    
By this convenient messiah we’ve crowned


I know how we strayed  (how did we

see.
I appear in locations, (where) carefully selected.
Prepare for our music as rare as Led Zepplin. (Right)
Were graceful as sharks, when we hunt our

the food it's kinda like Khalils kitchen
Ain't made music in a minute but somehow I'm still trippin
When you get it by ya self you know it's feelin real

thirst that I have?
Whoa there, honey, we're moving too fast
Keep liking my music then I also think we're a perfect match
When I get close to you you get

I'll make you pay
You'll see Stan... lee
Blades of fury 
So much blood it's glorious

Feeling rap-pac-touris
Might up end notorious
Isn't it obvious

cheapened by the crevices you forced them to keep it
Hide it in
Opposed to your blood diamond ring
When the white bird sings, she cries
Like bloody murder

tell you something is not by age o (eh)
My squad and your squad distance they nor be mate (confirm)
Nor Dey call me blood when me and you nor relate

1X NINE ELEVEN X1 (HISS FROM HELL)
Words and Music by
Thomas R. COSGROVE
Dust surrounds the city centre,
The smoke it billows high,
Some are jumping

eye cancel all the best
And the day is just a stretch
Every season I'm a vet
So you cancelled like the rest
Fuck with me and eye get you blood just like

emulated
Still accelerated through it
Line a sight and shoot it
I've always found my way all by followin' the music
Fuck a blueprint, this survival

overdue

I see y'all when I fall asleep
On the corner of corny, call me the quarter piece
Four projects in I'll be dollar green
That's a guarantee, get ya

Vamping, Vamping, vamping, vamping 
Sleep all day, party all night, stay in the shadows, prince of the night.

When the sun goes down, I open my eyes