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Klan
Hiding from the murders like Sandra Bland 
And in New York them cops is cold
Eric Garner was killed by the Po Po's Choke hold
I've had enough; I

your body and feel no pain
Couple pages still hidden by the CIA
Wasn't this about how much I get paid
Excuse me I was harmonizing my ways
And tryna put

The greatest gift my haters want is saving

But excuse me miss, I seen you from across the room
And I don't mean to take you out your mood
I just seen you got

would erase
But I've seen it all before, I think we all run in place
The same colored faces gettin' blasted away
And the same old excuses from before

Today I started loving you again
I'm  right back
Where  Ive really always been
I got over you just long enough
To let me heartache mend
Then  today I

a million bucks i got lust
(Hey, hey)
Couple girls i wanna fuck and never love
Now am i wrong to feel this?
You say i'm outta my mind 
But I've been reading

a pig at your trough

Excuse me if I'm unimpressed
By your trophy wife's big fake breasts
I've seen it before
Its a bit of a bore
I wish you'd give it

makeover
By accepting all the bullshit nigga game over
And I ain't do it for the exposure
I did this shit cause I'm heat now watch me takeover
People don't

I've an addiction for living a fast life
Fuck those people that talk about past time
Lifeless rut could be their last night
Moving on made me superstar

to veer off the road
It's severe, no control
Your caboose got me in descent
Think I must seduce to extend
What we have, what we had
What's the use, no

play it back
Then I ask myself boy what you think of that

I’m just kidding yo, but for really though
I do this shit by myself in the studio
I ain’t got

stressing on it like I do
Cause you got some friendships and see me in your side view

Blind spot, not focused, unnoticed
That's how I go by every day, every

Tell me why's it got to be like this
We go back and forth like we play tennis
We both know we can't live like this
We both know what the problem is
I

me, got her ass up
I ain't playing no games with a thot
Bitch I think not, you can get up out my spot
I ain't playin no games
I aint really got the time

just give me a dose of the same old same
You know give me that mainstream game
God damn I hate the Mondays
Excuse me if I do not hesitate to self

up
And I think our lucks up
And I know it sucks nuts
We work and we grind
We chill and get high
Whats more to life
Than just staying alive

You get me

I've stayed up late way past my bed time
Can't wait, was meant to be asleep by half 9
Counting sheep, the shepherds gonna have to wait
I'll count

You left me frozen
This the path i've chosen
Never again will I be open
Still I never blame you
Know im always fuckin up
I thought I was doing good
Till

the only one 

I've, been traveling all around
Been looking for someone to hold me down 
I think that it's you 
Baby come here let me make you my boo
Baby

Black Market

Brotha Lynch Hung

Best of Black Market

1998

reason is legit
I'm havin fits, I've dreamed of eatin bloody pussy clit since I was 6
I fiend for dead pussy on my dick, I got the schitz
Meanin I don't

Today I Started Loving You Again

Freddie Hart

Born a Fool

1968

Today I started loving you again
I'm right back where I've really always been
I got over you just long enough to let my heartaches mend
Then today I

And be liked by everyone, in every kind location
So I developed tools, of manipulation
Without my knowledge, yet my sophistication
And I got really good,

Homie, that's the M-I way, I'ma go MIA
Do you care about me? Yo no sé
By the way, I don't think I wanna pay
I'ma say, what God say
Your feelings ain't in

I’m abusing on this beat while you trying to have smoke
You got more excuses than anyone I know 
I take responsibility for everything I flow 
You blame