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all these reasons to cheerful
all these reasons to stay sane
have left the building in the morning
and are spread across the great white plain

He is worthy of praise
Hold us fast, when we face the flame.
Rev 18, don't miss the train
Black or white, don't be stuck in gray.
To live is Christ

Scarlett reality coming from a guiding dream
Pestilencial desire
cdoration of the trigger
Irrepressible need of coming back into the white tunnel
Let

bucks
c black kid
Navigate the eggshells
That was left by the white man
Take off wit our chances
N be mad we don't like them
It's all game
Still left wit

a 8 running laps on a straight flight
Grinding from the a.m. all the way until the late night 
Shit you fucking with some great whites 
Smoke until

the B-U-I-L-ding
He who buy and sell things
Feds hear my cell ring
Phone we say ice cream
Home we say white
In jail they don't say too much the codes ain't safe

great smell
You in a sunbeam, you in a rainspell
16 bars what it mean? One braincell
What it need now, tai chi style
Sugar for the babies with ice cream,

the hair tied
Bag her, meet her by the airline
Yeah fly as fuck, we the highest up
Way far, need to wisen up
Great bars start a riot up
Yo these fake stars

the keys
We could make it happen if you don't buckle
Like when Rolando Romero fell to his knees
I'm like solid gold
Nigga I'm the great white
And I smell

please, just tell me something
Start snitchin'
You know Mr. Wade, been living on the block for decades
Great neighbor, always get his coffee and his paper

liq by the liter
Never pay for a feature
I do my dance with the reaper
Too entranced with the reefer
Like a glance in the ether
Put your hands

fill it with a flow

Tryna run through that B, get left by the pole tho
Cappin' that, yeah, but that nigga just told her
Rappin' that, heppin' that,

was starving
Now got money for a cheesesteak
Chosen by God
I got no choice but to be great
King of the autotune
A n*gga feel like T-Pain
Remember

cutting all ties just let me be great
Ain't feeling myself Leaving and wishing as well

I'm on a mission can't fail No one know LL
Freedom ain't dope Hit it

the nation is hating and
Breaking what made it great and trying to fake it and take it on
Over to the extreme thinking freedom is free
If only they could see

I just want to magnify right under your feet feeling of your glory

Elohim we're here
Before the great white throne
Lifting up our hands
In worship

that is not gon' help
He on black and white, is that boy a referee? He makin' great statements
Just bought a chain, bout to knock a Rollie out, they

so bright, Why I sleep through day and night
Dressed up in all black and white, Pull up on a red light
Make a bitch do his dance, Throwing shots at his

a few Cubans I can smoke to face
Makers mark, my whole cigar is laced
With taste
Torpedoes on the porch, my life is great
Every day I wake up and give Him

from within me
Swear it'll be divinity
Me and music a great thing
Like a flower and a bee
And nobody listens yet
They ain't hear the words I sing
Cause

Lions
Tigers
And Bears
I'm a Panther godammit
Worlds black and white
I am the Gold standard
I'm not minding my manners
If Red Lobster biscuits in front

Reindeers dancing in the wind

I'm nodding off to sleep
But I feel a gentle tap
And hanging by the door
I see that red and white cap

Looks like he's back

no image!"
Him soon!
"All our images are white. There's no ambition! Who can we say that was great
There's, a-a lot of the negros complain about "we

The ride is over
The castle is in front of him
The coachman has disappeared along
With the briefcase
Suddenly the great door opens
But there's no one