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said i might need surgery
3 concussions some contusions and you prayed for me 
You and Pastor Jackson laid your hands 
and placed the oil 
You asked me do

take a seat
I’m from where you get burned by your peers and the heat
So be cautious when you roam with hood rats in the street
And I know it’s hard not

Return to da Wrongside

Artifacts

That's Them

1997

skill and I'm still up to par
Not your everday rap star, just who we are
Like conquering lions, we do our things with strong pride
for the long ride,

that's just to hold the 44 
Plus 1 
That's 45 like MJ back  
I rep Cali Everywhere bitch you See that tatt
It's on the hand and I can't cover it Up 
But

and destroy hell remember it's not what truly there ay
But is like do you care anyway how I even get there yea
Apple pair on the way there like I be saying non

away 
You won't get away
Aye
I be so fertile they put me underground but i grew like a seed 
Taken away by anxiety locked inside my thoughts then i got

non-stop
Show love to the Berlin
Streets, hardcore Hip-Hop, B-Boys
Graff artists compete show love worldwide
Gotta get it back to the raw
Uncut Boom Bap

"Quit playing games, slide through"

Hopeless romance, I throw my hands up (throw my hands up)
Been in my bag, three nights alone, she held me for

Defend Atlantis

Flobots

Survival Story

2010

collapse if we don't get sidetracked
If we visualize living underwater hidden by prisms
Countries fall but people transition if one for all we live in that

hearts, now warm

Never give in, if your backs against the wall

Pick yourself up, if you stumble and you fall

Never give up, when you're stuck to the pan

the brandy
My right hand man
Now I'm left without my handy
Now my daddy gone
On the same street where my Momma died
And every time I ride by
I got tears

this mad cap action putting up with this all that's tragic one night won't lose your traction you can get back on board after that back track and smash

My Story

Kero One

Windmills of the Soul: Instrumentals

(Verse 1)
It?s way past my curfew in an emcee circle
Rhyme dispersal, the ones without rehearsal
And if Pops found me, I?d get smacked hard
By that

the block 40 days later they raided my spot
Thought they got Pablo but really I’m Not
Hands in the air then they cuff on the Boss
Stuck in a drought gotta get

when they're nice, I prefer when they are honest
Ain't no judging it's your style, mine is mine so yeah I'm ballin'
Shooting' like Hudson-Odoi, got

my intent
Is laced with violence as we coincide
I don't see this ending with my lament
You're blinded by the hate in your eyes
Where my foresight is

inside it; pryed it from the cold dead hands of violence/ "SILENCE" can i get a little peace and quiet!?; non-compliance could wake the tyrant's/ and you

I'm twisting up bro pass me the chocolate
A lot of niggas talking weight but who actually
Clocking
Stop it, you thought I was flexing
So many boxes

is you talking about big cash?
Still in your bag, it's Glad
I know you been trash
Caught a low and rode it
Hold the money folded
Not a lot to show but

Playa Down

Potna Deuce

Welcome to Da Tilt

1994

the reason to funk, that's
A move used by them aliens, man
You better stick to your plot and to your game plan
And eh, cut me with the fiasco
And bring that

now, what you think we won't get up again
With nothing left to lose won't give a fuck about what we up against
I bet you're wishing that we'll give it in

mother had to lace up your Lugs
Face it it's over, you tryin' to move the base of a boulder
With weights on ya shoulders, so stand back or wait till

Smoky, toothless baby man
Pacified by a serpent' s tail
Gets revenge on his cold love's hand
You'll rent it just to watch him fail!

Put makeup

Reminisce

P-Money

Gratitude

2013

Worn out of racks, growin up fast
Dreamin of Jack, late nights on the ave
Bumpin Outkast, let's take em back to the past
Let's take em back