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with a pastor
I am the master
I don't see shit no Casper
Got a new toy
And the shit is a dagger
I enter their realm
Now they calling for treason
They

with a pastor
I am the master
I don't see shit no Casper
Got a new toy
And the shit is a dagger
I enter their realm
Now they calling for treason
They

DukeDaGod:
It's Dipset all day, The Movement Moves On

Cam'ron:
New York City, you are now tuned in to America's #1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction

century in the age
Of the witch hunt or the new dark ages
This morning we have some baffling news for you
Yesterday evening the National Association

world on us doth wheel) 
Not by themselves to be embrac'd
Unless the giddy heaven fall,
And earth some new convulsion tear 
And, us to join, the world

niggas is used to it
I've been Los Angeles paying off the damages
300 dollars say you ain't live yet
Plus I'm taking side bets because the Uber driver

We all hold this truth to be self-evident
That all men are created equal, hmm hmm yeah
Bring your sick, bring your needy
In the early evening by

opens, footsteps, we hear the music more clearly, louder now) 

Knox: Good evening Mr. President. Sorry to disturb you, sir. 

Roosevelt: That’s quite

one to trust in
I don’t just mistrust the evening news
I mistrust you, us
Anything that breathes or moves

ما تسكتنيش ولد إبن آدم يحب يعيش
عالزرمي

Ain't gon lie scene he described straight out the evening news
Got vicked by some bitch pullin' a lick typico Miami shit
Must of slid some pills in his

the drive?)
(They go where they please?)
(Feels like bull, the changing of leaves in repeat)
(Should have a say in our home this evening)
(We led astray by all

compete
Then we got AP, he a G on them keys
When he not in the stu, you can catch him on the green (Four)
Makin these hits over by the sea
Maybe you asking

by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening

when the moon's up
Show me how you movin' when you get low teach me how to dance like you J Lo

Maybe you could meet me at the crib triple X sweater sous

all off, while I'm gripping my chain
Call me Alphonse, I'm the new FMA
A father to y'all, I gave birth to a wave
Back and forth like every day
Working

roots
For you strictly a collard
Green and cornbread man
Now you know if anybody know, I know
But since you feel like that this evening
Sit down and drink

Sleep in heavenly peace

This is the early evening edition of
The news the recent fight
In the House of Representatives was
Over the open housing
Section

Spanish on my own
If I need em by the 100 then I got em for the low
I done flooded all the 6 then I'm back to Bowen Homes 
Shit if Shawty Lo was living bet

flights
Home in the Morning Out by the evening
On weekends I Bring them so I can just see them
Thats the kind of life I live
Thats how I fucked up my shit

the tracks not falling as I planned
A lonely mug for one listening to Ernest Tubb
Sing Tomorrow Never Comes, lo-fi but clear
I’m still here
I always feel alive

flights
Home in the Morning Out by the evening
On weekends I Bring them so I can just see them
Thats the kind of life I live
Thats how I fucked up my shit

that tightrope line
Between a drop in the bucket and crabs in the barrel
The king’s new aparrel
Always the vain emperor
Remain ever vigilant
Harbor that

Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I go by the name of Fidel Fresco
And I got my brother Blak Los wit me tonight
And we are the Brooklyn Dodgaz
And we

Private flights to Sweden
New York by the evening, Living with a reason
I've been going with the flow, You can never break my soul
It's been sunny, it's