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anymore dude, you're 20
Hey, don't you got some lambs to sacrifice or something, man?
What's your fucking problem?
My problem is you don't shut up about
worker baby
Life is not passing me...
Where the prairies meet the rockies
Family right by my side
Sunshine always there to warm me
With the love of my life
seeds in the ground
We create, you just wanna move our money around
This financial plan is an outrageous demand
And it's too many damn pages for any
Sweet lady of death wants me to die
So she can come sit by my bedside and sigh
And wipe away the tears from all my friends eyes
Then softly she will
is consistent
Within all of nature
Caused by the forces of nature
Intergalactic federation tactic
Is proliferation of human preservation
Architectural
wanna fly, smoke & get high
This is real life that we living in
Bitch don't kill my vibe in the private jet
All bitches are mine, all papers are mine
we're in the finish
down by the pretties
taste it all with me now
lost in the twighlight
drencher is my bride
We will last forever
flies to space
Wow lady, I wana b yor pal n yor buddy
Just feel ma slurrz n say u r ready
Can u tell from ma swagga dat I am American?
I used to live
blazin' P-O-T
Dub B, of course G and shout to
P-O-P
It's the Y-O-U-N-G, O-G
Who not stopping 'til the cliq is on
T-O-P
I had to spell it for ladies
am Scared
I just pray to God l see another day
There is whole lota things wanna say
But am running outa page
Since last year lost too many friends
We
or a constellation
I imagine so I create it the view is break taking
I moved Newtons through these Carl Sagens
Skip the pages in my rhyme book crack the time
The inner
They were telling me stories and making demands
Till I picked up a pen with my own hand
Flipped the script, turned a page, and wrote
It's my turn
like I'm high
It feels like we tight yeah
It feels like we tight
The feeling is right I can't even lie
Want you every night
Let's jump on a plane
Fly
got shot
Young guy left to rot
Lady got robbed
Some guys who got stopped
Open the paper in search of news and enlightenment
Met by some story
saying whose delivery is nicest
So I'll say lady liberty represents Isis
Execs don't think midas will touch science
(well fool?)
My mind got me
family
[Jhaz]
why'all want no lovin' to a sister flowin'
Face me, you claim to be the sweetest
But the style I flex is crazy, never again no
take the green by a automobile machine, for
That thing on page 43, in Jet Magazine.
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream. Swinging
sunny days so we'll make the gray last
Every day
Another one of us is killed by your shooting
We traumatized
Yet all you can comment on is the looting?
sages… we go through stages
Of development, skimming through scriptures and turning the pages
Every step taken carries heavyweight from yester year
Roses are red
And I am so blue without you
No discussion baby
When you coming through
Enough is enough
I've been tossing and turning
My love is
believe, when I'm getting it next
I'll be fucking up pages while paying the rent
Know that i'm popping so don't you pretend
When this shit is finished, not
carol
I’m the last one singing like a fat lady
Battery back is stacked oh is that shady no it’s not
But I can hold his spot
When I’m holding on my cock
see is what money
Land full of honey
Haters acting Funny
That's kilo kan Mi
I don't give a time to time
I don't walk in line by line
I do my rhyme my
pages from the Thievius Raccoonus. Eventually, I caught up with him and I claimed back what he had stolen. There was no way I was gonna let that monster
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