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A Song for Assata

C-Lo

Like Water for Chocolate [Clean]

2000

firin
Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed

work
Do it right now
I don’t take 5
I foreplay
Ride around the city with a bad lil thang
Air dive in her eye
We won’t never die
Bob a weaver of them lies

guard up cross my chest 

I kouldve lost it 
So i started smoking less

Give me more or less
Ima supply a nest 

This too much work to bag up 

Ima eye

eyes
No surprise that I got you always by my side
You my ride or die, no shortage of supply
From the earth to the sky
And beyond
Time stand still

number five, your own supply
Is your downfall, air went outta roundball
Karl Anthony Towns to town junkie they found dog
Floundering down and out in

evil eyes
He's arrived
Satan himself with the evil eyes
Tryna get me demonized
Tryna get me by surprize yeah
I'm about to fucking die right now
Feeling

at
Hands getting dirty right now When we crush that
Kush in the bag we can break off right
Fire to the paper and the Haze caught light
Eyes so red getting

joint
Asked no questions, she told no lies
After work came by, gold flecks on the dies
Lucid dream, gone when I opened my eyes
All substance controlled

why does time fly and why we gotta die
Why do they lie I'm all out of love like Air Supply
I'm tired of getting high watching life pass me by
So I'm

on the tenement stair
and the sun is like a sauna
ther's a chill in the air
and yes
they're gonna break out of here

Oh Maria
Your eyes are like a demon lover's

Say what you want me to say
Here's a piece of my mind 
Well, there isn't very much to tell
I was a child of the moon 
Did Kabbalah too soon 
Now I

I am somewhat  startled  and then soon after rudely  awakened   by another unnerving  episode  of air turbulence  as our transatlantic  air

settle
'em by bloodying shoes? Fist rules
Rather finger equipped with sick tools
What of the wind
I recall it was serenity's end
When the breeze would come

the life

Autumn chief leakin' in the air on the weekend
Put it down by the evenin', that's my kind of season
Cash crop is decent, I'm not even gonna pretend

grasping the pearls on your chest and screaming ''oh lord''
Taking you back to the last century
You whack rappers better prepare to be
Faced by an onslaught

a hopper and a mask
And a couple air tanks so you can ba ba ba ba blast
Got a betta fish tank with all of the supplies
All you need is the betta fish to go

the heart
And the branch told me

From the burnt lacerations from the rope years later
That he struggled
His air supply cut off and so was her love

Swinging

to make a choice

I got them nervous tics and twitching
With them bloodshot eyes, not
Much of a surprise
Got to bed at five and I'm shot
By nine I'm in

from Ernesto
Got my eyes green like pesto
Mano Fico manifesto
Don’t step on my Nike Prestos
Or my Air Max 1’s, 95’s or 97's
Or the B-Dub’s or TN’s, might

and trimmed the bacon
Now we toil day and night 
Read the rules by candlelight 
You should have seen us back when we were rolling in it 

Supply is high demand

cutting off my air supply
And I can't find the door
"Some kind of freaks," yeah, you say
You don't approve
So just
Stay away from me, yeah
And I'll
Stay

Fingers are sticky with money filth. How much consumed before we die
Super-sized by every meal deal. Visein dripping in our eyes
Fix obesity with

moves
Make the mob angry and you might lose your life
Saw a black man take an officers flashlight
And shine it in his eyes
Start asking questions
What're

Who Am I? (Tripitena's Song)

Lou Reed

The Raven

2003

the mystery of live
By cutting someone's throat or removing their heart
You'd like to see it beat
You'd like to hold your eyes
And though you know I'm dead