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by people with money
If you ain't for the bullshit well consider yourself lucky
There's a lot of people who are enslaved...
Preprogramed to say

give up
Its enough, oh its more than enough

If you say I'm preaching to the choir then you are part of the problem
How will actions speak louder than

Monster Jam

Special Ed

Youngest in Charge

1989

less, because I don't like germs
On the mic I like to psyche by usin phrases and terms
That only I could begin to comprehend
And understand how I use

some fine wine i be on the pipeline
I'm in Santiago, this is Brooklyn Nine-Nine
You know that my rhyme's prime
When it comes to lyrics
They comparing me

And As jazzy as you think you are
My soul can't take anymore of your rhythm
Go back to the club rats who hound you
Stand in the street and pray for jays with you

They gon know my name
Yeah
Straight legends in the game
I'm taking legends in the game
Uh
They gon know my name

From Brooklyns 7a3 with Sean and Brett B

complaining at your family for making you

There's a difference between reality and the unattainable
It's a shame that men nowadays are labeled
Violent,

who you require
Fuck around with me naaier you will bleed naaier
This is not a case of x do you see major
No R&B bitches hear me Raaya
Keep quiet I make

Where U At?

Professor Griff

Blood of the Profit

gravity cannot be escaped
Centrifugal force pulls you to the parallel bounds
A manifested thought that cannot be followed by sound
My physical is bound
But

Christmas
This is all just talk
I'm getting you a present
I got that gift on lock

But Christmas songs are bad
Like Jingle Bell Rock
Who writes these songs?

Christmas
This is all just talk
I'm getting you a present
I got that gift on lock

But Christmas songs are bad
Like Jingle Bell Rock
Who writes these songs?

on the beat)
who believe will be saved
 Ay ay

[Hook: Tebz Smith]
I believe (ay)
I believe (uh uh)
I believe 
Do you believe (hey)
Only those that believe will

the punch
Free doughnut powder lined the lungs
For cameras surveilling from above,
Whose tapes were empty all along
Who's watching if the
W-I-Z-A-R-D sees

at liars preaching to the choir
Screamin' out for help but no cares
Tryna figure out a plan like I'm playin' musical chairs
Having two lives a wife who

Brooklyn
You know who you are. Shout out to you girl
And I guess that's it
That's all I wrote
I was gonna bring in another brother on this track but I think

ends dawg
It’s safe to say fuck the world It’s the end dawg
It’s safe to say you gotta watch who you trust
Niggas better get a job because the block

artists
who dont care about your wealth

what you do by your self?
stop asking for the help
no light anywere
like its night during day
dominate you obey

Let's give them a round of applause
I'm only here because my mom made me
Who going first then?, Get em first then
Alright, alright here we go
Get 'em
Okay

But I'm a real motherfucker and I know you're terribly
Immature as fuck judging my past the nerve to glare at me
But I only let people in who prove they

never see you again
Are you still wound up, ready to combust?
Are your dreams the only thing waking you up?
I know you had to leave before the flood

shouldn’t fight with nature
But can’t give up neither
Wish I stand unshaken
ears me apart
Another weak soul
As golden dust
Clings to the coal (Choir)
Even you

dreams and aspirations are profiting just yourself 
All the preaching, all the teaching
Choir singing, sunday morning  is all missing
Now you searching for

beautiful days
Filled with the subtle sounds of cicada choirs
And plums
Which are finally ripe and ready
To drum down upon the bosom
Of this beautiful world

I'm disgusted by these sanctimonious bastards
Who baptize their flock with their fondlings
Masturbation, sodomies and hypocritical vows of chastity