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we're sticking to

Time rolls on by one love for you and I it's all just a memory
Now you rest in peace where you rest in peace I hope you remember me

falling in love
You gotta treat all the money like luck, cause shit ain't sweet when you all the way up
Ring, yeah, my plug called
I had withdrawals
She got

(Alright, what's my name?)
All the power, women cower
Whose heart are you tipping out next?
Hell maker, life raper, called upon by those more worthy

the fun out
It feel good like walking along the beach when the sun out
My time about to run out
My albums called Rocking Chair Theory, y'all
You need to buy

entity taking over identity 

Cementing me from what I’m meant to be reaching my destiny
Preventing me by tempting me with the easy way out
Knock out

My rage
My never ending hate
All of this violence is what you expect from me
So run and pray
That you might see another day
Mercy and freedom you

the fun out
It feel good like walking along the beach when the sun out
My time about to run out
My albums called Rocking Chair Theory, y'all
You need to buy

Sanity

The Almighty RSO

Doomsday: Forever RSO

1996

this time I grab my nine just in case I gotta tear up
Hard times all around
Still I'm surrounded by the stress but I don't never let it keep me down
Make

Song of the Graves

Suidakra

Emprise to Avalon

stand
To divide higher thoughts
From barren lies

Here I stand on the plain
While dark forces gather around me
Hear the lament of the corvine goddess

remember before we did it?
Without any prior discussion, you called and said “baby I'm ready"
I said "let me take this exit, make a U then I'll be on my way

the whole song, like where yo skills is at?
"Nah my shit bop, it's a vibe" son you for real with that?
When you say that shit, all I hear is "bro I can't

Gypsy woman said it on the day I was born  
 „The boy would be a son of a gun”  
 He will be a prowler, downtown ramblin’ gambler  
 Makin’ all

Life seems easier 
When ya' dawg's wit' ya

Shit was all simpler

When Skinny Kenny 
Had us all sipping' malt liquor 

Me, Dub, Poe and Marcus
Was in

Plotting on em they drove by
Sprayed the house and was out
Bullet casings off bethsaida
Clayton county in route
The morning after mo called me
And broke

Grandma called say she proud of me but I ain't done enough
Mama stressed say she tired of working time to run it up
I'm the oldest son no time for

another dollar (Uh huh)
Time is money but can't grab it by the collar (And I need all of it)
If you see me out, don't try to holler (Look, ha, deuces)
I be

through is part of the plan
Called an outcast but I didn't run
They look at me I look to the son
How much you put in? I said one hundred and one
Grind

metronome:
open on all sides, not knowing
not caring
at all
all the pretty things that
embroider the castellated trail
left by your
fingers on my countertop

the man that her son became
Raised by the players, so I'm never victim to the game
Poppa was a rolling stone, a steady rock what I became
Yea, I really wish

never fasted
Flying first class up in the cabin
Flyer when I landed
I had to thank the man that
Created me and all these other things
That he commanded

ego (Cap)
I tote that nina (Nina) 
Had a baby by that lil' bitch Selena
All because my son, yeah
These racks I'ma bring her (No cap)
Fuckin' these hoes

me young and you can call me old
And you can call me bold but the future's told, killer
Don't settle for less, expect the best yeah that's how I rest

page, not in the same book
New chapter of my life
Chess moves, I'm in my corner like a rook
Me and DAJO, like Madlib and DOOM
Getting higher, levels

to please you
But to feed me and my team and my son It might be the right thing
To mix this track and make it cold as ice cream Back in the day people told me