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Unpopular by demand I'm the man Sho'Nuff
Not even Saitama himself could withstand one punch
From the man with the iron fists lyrics bash your fronts
While you

jackboys lurkin
F**k stayin out of trouble, See da rips in ya jeans, Da blood on ya Nikes, I be dam if Im not a millionaire by Da next night
Ugly site, if

(Bullock) was given to us by one of the following slaveowners, David Bullock, Jesse Bullock, or Joshua Bullock, who resided in Edgecombe County, North

Speak Upon It

Def Jef

Life of a Kid in the Ghetto

1991

killed by a cop that thought negative
Shot in the back like a victim of Jesse James
Tell them his motherf***ing name!
Phillip Pernell, murdered by

need Jesus 'cause I shot off the steeple
I refuse to be another one of your sheeple
That painting that you worshipping they should've named him Jesse

Nothing but love for the bandits, far and wide, I've always been an outlaw, on the run from the Pinkertons, we'll be gone by the morning, gonna get my Red

loaned them
Running it like Jesse Owens
Going Hulk, no Hogan
Holding back I don't do
You might catch me cheesing like Fondu
If I'm fond of you, yes I'm

the rest involved

I smoke the best, like I was blessed
By both the Chongs, to pass the bong
Jus' like Jesse, with them raw cones
I'ma smoke em til they gone

looking for a thick chic who gets loose
The illest spitting place your bets I bet you won't win
I go for gold when I run my flows, Jesse Owens
Certified

go by i ain't gone lie my brain goes wide
And i be sittin chillin thinkin jesse ain't gone be the same ol guy 
Do you know why
(hook)
Only homie

"Memory Banks" written by Jesse Crawford 
©®Sodacon Music 2022 

Memory banks 
Deep as the plow
Wired in the Earth
Seeking us out 
AI main frame
Lost

Ha ch
Mannneee shhiiiiii
Got hella acres outchea in tha 
(Yehh yehhhhh)
Mountains in Colorado nah baw
We gone go huntin an shii nah baw
(yehh,yehh)

everybody's gone ahead and behaved
The street preacher's wound-up, screaming none will be saved
"By the pharaoh's order," cries the fouled referee,
"There's

Heisenberg up in the stu , little bitch, the way I cook it up
Prod by June, little bitch, and he like Jesse, he gon' mix it up
How can I be sad when I got all

as though I've faded through these skins ive shed
That my colors have dimmed as the years gone by and now my hue reflects me too well
I am 
I am Jesse Pinkman

a body on the ground 
Somebody just got shot in his face at Five Points 
I kept it moving as I passed by Underground
Police everywhere I will not make

"Wonder" written by Jesse Crawford ©®Sodacon Music 2022

Gotta find the hook 
Gotta find the hack 
Keep the money stacked 
Sodacon is back 

Wanna

"Drops of Rain" written by Jesse Crawford ©Sodacon Music 2021

Hoping for the same yet there's no way 
On and on this endless drought 

When I come

up on me say I had the biggest glow up
Jesse... where the bitches at?
Smoking the zaza, i'm smoking on dank
Laundering money, mobbing to the bank
Not

moments gone
Memories fade over times forward flow
But the feelings remain they are timeless
The best minute I spent was the one I invest yes
And God said

wave till it's gone
Before the storm is the calm
I think I super glued these cups cuz now it's stuck to my palm
And I was talking to this chick who made

It's during the week 
It's a Friday 
You know this year yeah 
It was Thursday last year 
Come on mama we Finna turn up 
And you gone work the door 
Nah

don't know how you do it to me though
You making me go crazy every second that you're gone
I feel like I cannot operate when you're not with me
You are

down
But carry tools
Fooled by street ethics
Not knowing y'all niggas food
Y'all gotta know I'm the shit
Just check the stool
I lot of y'all got no drive