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exposure
Cah these niggas are the reason that i'm moving colder
Now i'm older
I tend to free em
Not to keep em closer
And you know it's funny cos I once did

Let our spirit's never die
In my heart, I feel you are all my brothers
Create a world with no fear
Together, we'll cry happy tears
See the nations turn

Happy Home

Hedegaard

Happy Home

2014

taught me what a poem was
How you can use a sentence or just a simple pause
What will I say when my kids ask me who my daddy was
I thought about it for

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

come through nigga down to bring the pain
If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know
We comin down bald fades, not afros.
(Kici)
Now we chillin,

Night of the Living Rednecks

Dead Kennedys

Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death

1987

god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you, 
you motherfucker." 
So I got in a phone booth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside, 
held my legs

you fucking move 
Bop Bop Bop 
Hands up, why he still shoot

Erasing colour in a pallet 
Coz they like it nude 
Erasing planets 
When we supposed

I'm on the court, these kids are doing chores

She said this a bop
Watch em' flock when I swang with my crew
Got this shit on lock
Try to block
You

this
Fuck up and popped it, ugh
So gwarn then, hate, I don't give two fucks
R kid, you can tell man later fam
Your gyal told me she got cake for man

wish I could bop
In Madrid, to the top
Okay bitch, you can stop
I'm gonna shish your kebab 
Like the pigs, or the cops
Man I kid, what the fuck
I'm gonna

Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)

feelings
Cryin' is for hoes I mean, that shit is o-u-t (Hoe shit)
Just another latino kid with no father figure
I don't even need to care I got a lot

was little kids
I wish I wish I wish for what it takes
To make a difference
This mental prison gets
More solitary by the minute
Spending second after

scope 
(Like horoscopes)
I approach and poach like I'm off a line of coke
She got caught with the backstroke and now you mad with a joke
How are you

to jack, I want you to know
We comin down bald fades, not afros

(Kiki)
Now we chillin, now we just leanin
And we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene
Just

the truth
Why don't you dare me, fuck!
But now I give a fuck less
What do I think of success? It sucks
Too much stress don't get enough press
My kids are up

couldn't tell you half the shit that I be doin'
In ya hood more than you are, keepin' the brand movin'
G's on our heads but we the ones doin' the shootin'

to Bangladesh
I riggedy-rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this
Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it done
Scorched(?) for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no

, ay
These corners are mine, don't come creeping in my shadows
Don't let me catch you in my zone now, ay
Acts like he's on top, I wonder, is he hot
Bro,

I had to get it nigga
Turned into a savage I got by that ancient
Now they tearing me like Mufasa, nigga
Keep skulls on my rachet in case you get

Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)

I'm from Trap house City every second house a crack shack
Boards are on the door recording you on the crack cam
Money doesn't make me I make the money

1: Send In The Clowns

Isn't it rich, are we a pair 
Me here at last on the ground 
You in mid-air 
Send in the clowns 

Isn't it bliss, don't you

tell you who you are

Peer pressure to be the best
Each age, I feel some more stress
But, I'm still a kid at heart

Work hard, you're on your own now
No

the bank for my
Kids and my kids' kids' kids, facts
I'm Elvis if he said fuck a lot
I'm Waylon if he didn't see the cops
I'm Buddy Holly 'cause I got the bop