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The path was paved by the breakdance linoleum
The days when a phrase could raise pandemonium
Way before the reigns of Wu Tang Clans and Hov and them

and same lie
You're jailed in your mind
But everybody die broke
But you live for the gold mine
Little faults domineer
When customer slid off the scene
One

Y'all keep thinking I'm an angel
Even tho I'm surrounded by strangers
Just forget my pretty face
Cuz, truth be told, I'm a disgrace

I've been

But you know I got the trap
Got the facts, painted black
It is bold, rosie gold
Mustard flow
Cuz they got to ketchup
I ain't ever fucking resting
Man I

The cold set in like a hurricane
Scribbled on the shivers by the border sign
Right into the eye of the lightning strike
The skyline burst in

Praises
3
सदा प्रसन्ना माँ जगदम्ब कदंब वनों में वास करे
Sada Prasanna Maa Jagadamb Kadamb Vano Mein Vaas Kare
O Ever Smiling Mother Of The World, You Live

our names
And we're flying defenseless

I've come here for you
Summoned by sinners
Waiting for revelations,
And the deception of fortune and gold

Apes going ape
Feather pen I wrote this great
Floor keep rising don't be late
Get $SOCIETY when staked
Got a cabin by the lake
Your opinion you can

I traded Dickie suits for the double breast
So of course they gone hate you more
And they love you less
Now I'm Gucci cufflinks gold buckle fresh
So

mabr3 ooo
Nyame mabr3 ooo
Redeem your boy
Yeah
God damn it
Straight from 97
Young black boy
Taifa that's ma city
Still underground
Yeah still abi gold

ago I thought about givin' it up
Thinking music ain't for me, but boy I had to tighten up
Cause I got that soul fire and they hear it when I'm live

on
And live straight no pretending
So put our trust in The Lord
Cause we can't trust no man
Gotta fight with your sword
The word of God is like conan
But we

The road to my soul wasn't paved with gold
It was paved wit hot 97 mix tapes and HOV
Curry and roti on mommy's stove
Black ballerinas in Harlem

I close my eyes the, the three are in my mind
i see niggers turn to salt if they ever look behind,
So I live outside of time, 
They never left still

Who We Are
Written by Anthony Parker & Chris Cape

Hook
Don’t go throw it away I want you to stay come and see who we are, who we are…
Turn

though, won't give up my touch gold
Stars spark up woah just started heating up yo
They hate to see me up though, take that anger make the blood flow
Danger

corals
We drop by pay respects with the florals
Black rose on ya casket
And at collection throw my cd is the basket
They say that unjust karma it come

was really living for the feelings given
Of the rhythms and the reels spinning
Two spools new school few fools were too cool
It takes 2 Live Crew ruled

Similar to Jay's BP, on Black Album
Safe to say that listeners vital, Can't live without em'
I jot the pointers down for the future, memorandum huh
They all

yo mouth tramp
And real niggas know the feeling
Been aware of the gold mines
Thats swallowed by drug dealing
'Forget about love cause knowing love
Can

everyday lives
I feel trapped
This season does not got on my fallback
Don't trip when you see me in all black
Don't ask if I'm ok in the moment
Because I

everyday lives
I feel trapped
This season does not got shit on my fallback
Don't trip when you see me in all black
Don't ask if I'm ok in the moment
Because

the baddest
Live a soft life see but we harder than the hardest
Like a gold chain I rolled it on put it on my neck
A nigga told me that I’m wack then try

they wouldn't call my coping mechanism comical
The rush was temporary with an aftermath like following black rainbows to no pot o' gold
One day I heard