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fucking horse
I'm in the midst of musical moments lyrical guns bust
Bible's you trust and body clocks turn to dust
Explain and slain, you turn slave, you're

filled with lead
It's like a body dropping dead 
from all the shots they sent
never getting the respect 
unless I'm turn up dead
Maybe soon from all

look, where we going? yeah

I'm taking over now
Been in the game since 2-3 October now
I'm fucking it up, listen to over now
I'm setting the pace
How they

made within
Ima turn all em
Fantasies con reality

HOOK
You body tabernacle
All those boys dey no deserve you
I wantu dey ser ser ser serve
For your

Take my body
Take my soul
Take my honey and my gold
Take my heart don't break it though
Bring the money
Spend it all
Put your body on my own
Touch it

Leave your body mutilated in a puddle of piss
Now who's tryin to diss bitch

Right now
We ain't turn down
Go all the way up
Fuck all the bullshit
Just see

Leave your body mutilated in a puddle of piss
Now who's tryin to diss, bitch

Right now
We ain't turn down
Go all the way up
Fuck all the bullshit
Just

There was dust on the man in the long black coat

Preacher was talkin' there's a sermon he gave
He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved
You

We look up at the night sky X3

cnd see our past twinkle right by, 
The future reflected upon the waters that lie below, 
cnd the fleeting present

plotting on me since the moment I walked in the club
And you probably got a man at home
And you know I got a girl by the way she blowing my phone up
But

close to me
So I wrap you round my body like a rosary (yeah)
All you got to do is get grown with me (yeah)
And turn off, and turn off your phone with me

in the night

All alone in the night
All alone in the night

Alone in the night
How will you remember us?
If your memory turns to dust
Will you

by these devils

With my flock of rebels
Trying to move mountains
Pebble by pebble
Moving the levels
Tryin to get the medals
Not the one to settle
When

by the breeze
Diamonds drippin' like constellations, paint job a symphony on wheels
She caught in my orbit, mesmerized by the way I effortlessly

by the maze of duty
Flying, moving, following
The in-crowd like-minded
Impossible to escape

My body is shaking
Trembling of pollution
Keeps running

at least I thought I did (You know what I'm sayin)
But now I'm locked up, and I've got these 3 strikes; I'm just thinking man...
I wish I could just get

want a bite out of legacy
I mix them both up that's the recipe
Uh real nigga; 2 3's up: say rest in peace Pop Smoke
We turn road to a race track

dadas
We toe tagging niggas
That choopa gotta new clip
It's lookin bad for niggas and I was raised by real gangstas
So it's savage in us
It ain't shit

clones was born
Yo I know that's corny, no, speaking of corn
Aye yo, fellas wait
Yo Em you three should go celebrate
And what better place to take you

the worm of dread crawling in your mind
Loss of feeling, body heavy, you've stepped into the realm of fear

I was born covered in crimson, I'll go out

Never given up when its tough
Direction that im movins always up
Until my bodies buried, turned to dust
This musics what I trust
Make the stuff you feelin

Tougher Than Leather

Run-D.M.C.

Rapmasters, Vol. 1: Best of the Jam

1989

Unconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
with words well adored now they can't

Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by
The police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,

never lie
Jodie, like a daughter, hasn't left her side
They're in the waiting room, only three at a time
Can see David's body while the rest were outside