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Power outage from a storm, fam slept 'round me in scores
As a 10-year-old spore, christian hope turned to a horror
Gored by visions of the place I

that loud, you got CBD
Get to the bread by any means
Don’t want no kid just a Billie Jean
One day they gone call me king
It’s not over til the fat lady

I'm Yasiel Puig, I'm in another league
I defected, only thing we have in common, niggas bleed
In ya thousand dollar joggers as you rhyme about ya

trouble
I got short skinny long fat money
I know the hustle
I been had some old money it's signed by Barney Rubble
Try to take it that hairpin take 3 lbs

Deeper the monetary
You don't have to meditate in a monastery
I know plenty people died behind them dollar bills
Whether is wrong, whether is right
Whether

from breathing today
Don't have no  food 
And they swimming on me 
Out in the ocean 
Away from the bay 
I have drifted a long far away 
I write with

long when I rap cause I'm new to this
Pull it out my corner pocket nigga this a pooly stick
Everybody make mistakes nigga you learn you live
Yea put

I love the DVD 
But there ain’t nothing wrong with a scratched up old LP 

Modern pleasures, hedonistic if you will 
Sometimes progress is just

Alright George, tell 'em
(It's a big club... and you ain't in it)

It's a big club, but you and I aren't in it
Doesn't matter what colour shirt you

like blac chyna
You don't have tell her nothing
She already train to go
Thrasher on her shirt
She ain't really like the other girls
Bitch I need a ride

Ain't no one else gon take our spot
Gone have to pay God to get us stopped
Cuz I won't work for no one else till my heart stops

Long live Britannia, it's

Blase Blah (Off Tha Head)

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

So I suggest you find God or somethin', cause like Whitney Houston said
"You have nothing, nothing, nothing for me!"
I kept it clean but it could'a

Okay, yeah, I only talk about shit that I go through, I ain't phony, huh
You gon' do, huh, what to who? I ain't homie, huh
Last man, he got trash can by

And curious George is still curious about his cage 
We all have to be so sure
Because God's are masters of fate
And knowing where you come from
Makes it easier

for long
Have no fans, but I stay strong
But I diss Garrett's mom
Even though I keep the flow
Last track with Kidobtuse fosho
No more buffets, no more

And of how lucky I was
To have a partner
Who told me to drop
Everything
Get on a plane
Go see her again
Before we left for Indonesia
Even though
There was so

got popped
George Floyd Mark Duggan
Man the list is long
So am I talking to my God
Or are you really just a white God
They sin but you still forgive God

Get Up

The Coup

Party Music

2001

politicians can bite this dick
It's a war goin on, the ghetto is a cage
They only give you two choices; be a rebel or a slave
(So what you do?) So I rebel

Mo money mo problems I confess
I got a lotta love for ya that I must profess
Waited so damn long just to have sex

Damn But I can't excuse my

I can’t breathe
George floyd rest in peace
Protesting you know we deep
Million man march straight madness
I fill the music with straight passion

I'm mad at every single person that doesn't understand the mission
Black lives matter, tell me how can you not get it
Stopped by the cops I've never

to them
Equal naw
We're nothing but liquid money to them
We constantly in a storm
Yet it's sunny for them
Well by George I got it
We need money to win

again, til I completed the mission
All the chakras aligned, I know you can see the vision
Shot my shot from long range, saw a vibe from the distance
Moving

'm lance Armstrong
Brought to you by Elahondro
I like croissants
Dropping bombs I'm the bomb
Like a terrorist
On 9/11 dropping bombs
In cahoots with George