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demons that's locked up
read them the book of God
I'm in a castle right now
surrounded by a bunch of queens
They tryna pour me up some water
I'm askin',

a bullet, this not no matrix
Wallet on white man, I'm so racist
I'm hittin' my dance I got payments

Yeah, I'm back on that shit I used to be on
I make a list

that's my main man's

Rockin' with Rih, he behind us, up in that Drake Benz
Yeah, I say Drake, cause he ridin' with that big bang gone Spank shit
I ain't

where are you taking us
It was a waking dream,
You're the only one I trust
You in the dream time
Like a white bird sings your melody
A melancholy warning

A big white room with four walls that reach above you
A ceiling that touches the clouds
Mirrors spread around with broken frames
Pages all torn out

in the mud you wouldn't recognize
Split the last of the cash, we was getting high
We was getting by
We let go of the birds now we getting fly
They was

glory, dig that
Aye, big facts is what I spit in the booth

That God real is the biggest thing science prove
Oh yeah, gotta know history proves it too
You

“Two Cats”By Rhune Kincaid
This is a song about my household where I live.
Yo, I got two cats. So f--ppin’ what?I’ve got two cats. So f--ppin’

the all white coat on
Alter ego wear a super suit
That's cold as Frozone
Look in your eye
I read your mind
Magic 8 Ball
Man going wild
I think he off

than Corona
You do solo by two with yo fingers

Genie in a bottle
Coke in a bottle
Deepa tunnel
Raw, no rubber

Four, Metallica 
Hot, The witcherta
Cold,

cool I understand
I need that paper by Friday, listen to me what I'm saying
I ain't playing bout them birds, that's word to Big Worm
I'll have them

mammoth?
Or the dear dodo?
Gone like the Bachman's warbler
Disappeared like the melting snow
Little Mariana fruit bats
Or the bridled white-eye bird

Im a head of things that you hope for
Get it by any means, im sapose to
Big man on the screen, like al rocker
So dont ask for me shit, ill say no sir

now she's the one who's the lonely one
And that's word to Big Bird

Girl can you tell me 'cause I'm not the one to be
Girl can you tell me 'cause

got verses and words no peas or birds.|My bitch still keep the 45 tucked in her purse.|I got leather and wood sittin on some big ass shoes you not

myself, and I

[Chorus]

I walk up on the scene with my white sneakers
My big ass Levis, my big ass t-shirt and look around to see who I see
The same

Alienation of a radio TV movie nation
No patience in this land of patients

Out of sight make that White House right
And you know what they doin' just

the guns were put down and the killing stopped

White paint peeling in the Northern sun
Rusting fire hydrants by the B.A. Station
The homes still stand

The South

E.S.G.

Down South Hustlers

1995

And I knock on virgin hoe
So and if ya dick fit
'cause it's dank and drink
Ya got me thinkin by the quick lick
I'm big wit the .44
This ain't an indo
Got

congregate, they shrimp. Anyone not in on the secret, or just passing by, would think that shrimping consisted of a person lying on the ground and writhing,

no missin'
Better make like a banana and split like a quick decision
So quit bitchin' this all raw no nit pickin
Bird bitches fly the coup so I'm just

Verse 1: Big Gipp

It's a stray man, living in these veins man
Suckin on a piece of sugar pain, chucking chains
Take the wind out thru
We never wash

And on your back rides the white tick bird.
Eight, nine, ten—you weigh a ton,
But you’re fast as a zebra when you’re on the run.

Brambles and nettles you love

Cocaine white Bentley
Came a long way from drivin' in Chevys
I'm swervin', and my back it been hurtin'
Why? My chain really heavy
I'm swervin', swervin'