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through the head,

Black and blue,
What can she do,
A little waif on the edge of death,
Elevator fuckers won’t share a dime,
Suffocating in their skeleton

weird judas became a angel 

Degrees n lip professing -Keep it real is just statement 

Y’all looking 4 Neo he architected by Satan 

They Vs came with

I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous

I'm exhausted by this city life
Too many men in pinstripes
Taxi cabs and the club late night
Somewhere there's always a fight

They say chin up girl

Planning with the gang
Ain't affiliated, independent
They more like my fam
Different mommas, hurt black boy story again
Put me in the strobe
My Affinity

see where I last
Yea, and I wake up blushing
Happy mood but blues is coming
I don't let him through for nothing, he just nudging through and tugging

It all starts with the roll of a dice maybe once maybe twice
Moving forward moving back name of the game keep it in the black
Top hat thimble

I could be your knight
In shining leather, ride into the sun together
Upon a horse covered in Burberry
And diamonds made by Swarovski
To Doncaster

He was a big-boned sixteen-hand blue roan
With a wild streak and coal-black eyes
They called him diablo said he won't be rode
'Cause one by one

movies
The noises were quaint
They sound like goofy
Playing B-ball at Lions Den with Juicy
Go back to the studio and make shit groovy
The blues hitting

to much now, truth never rots
I got blue and black blotches on my hands from the ups and downs
You're jaywalking when you cross my mind
I'm a person of many

keep ' me her dad, I need to meet her mom
Deep in a all black ford,  while we rocking Tom

Disrespect the team, you get shot in your colon
Dirtbike too

jazz to my blues spark an incense
Then dim the lights down
Set the ambience for our mood
But she said baby come turn me on
I respond by blowing her fuse

Big Bad Bushranger

John Williamson

Platinum Collection

2006

of course, I'm chased everywhere by the bush police-force
While I ride through the night on my big black horse, I'm a big, bad, bush-bush ranger

And when

Horsey

Current 93

Horsey

1997

Horses are riding into her arms
She lost her own way years ago
Her sister calls her from the far side of night
And she falls with that call

SPINNING

I'M IN THE F250 AND THE ROOF BLACK
FLAG FLYING OUT THE BACK BOY SALUTE THAT
CHOPPER IN THE CONSOLE AND I KNOW HOW TO USE IT
IF YOU WANNA TAKE YA

down from his high damn horse
Blue blood could not break the fall
A fancy veneer, crackled by fear
His crown lost all it's might

Caught in the onslaught

As I’m clouded with Black Sour in my speakers
Fumes breathe in the shrubbery
I’m pondering if this life has
Had enough of me
Thoughts that run

inventive
This a real friendship
We ride under the moonlight, break of dawn
Not actors, cowboy hat, mask and black horse
Factor kicked in Commando Rambo
Tahoe

Welcome To America

Havoc

Gratitude

2013

blue, bottom great, daily hue
Horses on my hoodies, know my walking where it put me,
Swear to God I know this city like the pockets and the breathe

slaves on tracks
I'm Django with the grip upon my horse blue slacks
I'm Anakin Skywalker, same city as Shawn Carter
The infinite fly talker, slept

garlic buttеr but, my baby
She gon' steak sauce it
Opps'll nеver catch me by myself
I be with Drac' often
I'm just tryna fuck you like a slut, bitch
I

the sky.

Their brands were still on fire
And their hooves was made of steel
Their horns was black and shiney
And their hot breath he could feel.

A bolt

I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie
'97 had a brick by the muffler crony
Wholesale to my select
Preferred customers only
The white horse cooked