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Black diamonds, Black History Month, turned to Martin Luther King overnight
I was just rollin' the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my
sheet and bars
Drag rappers by they wife beater
Drama King told me "Drag
Go stupid" so Imma go stupid
Made this fitted cap a drop top
Almost mini couped
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
that comes from hell
Should stretch down by my side.
When the night was gone and the day was come
And the sun shone through the hall,
The fairest
When it comes by, we'll march with it!
Colline, SCHAUNARD, MARCELLO
The gentleman will pay!
Musetta
And here, where he was sitting
He'll find my
night, we dey pray say make we blow blow
(We dey pray say make we blow blow owu
I no come here to play you like ten ten
I just wanna keep it cool like Ben
carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in
and rolling blunts almost every sesh
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
"1 Kings 18:32-36"
I'm still up in here
Not hanging
feel threatened by me
(Ooh hoo, come on, baby)
You should be watching me
You should feel threatened (yeah)
Why you sleep, why you creep
You should be
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
The God boys are in the building
Phat E on the beat
Prayer
I go hail my King eh
I go hail my King eh
Make I hail my King eeh
And I no too shout eh
dedicate this next poem here to
To Spearhead X the Ex-Second in Command in
Terms of this country (He got the blues)
And the poem is called "H2O-G-A T-E
rare over by Cherson, Cherson,
we calcify fathers here below
a watery cross, with weeds
entwined
This grins restoredly,
low sleep
Wave
Oh, no,
shush
dirty but You cleaned me up (cleaned me up)
All this is by Your grace (by Your grace) I cannot stop giving you the praise (yeah)
King of kings (uh)
Lord
Herod
That they had come here
To find a newborn king of kings
Who'd heal our sins
Then herod told his guards
To follow those Magi
And that
Yaeh, so fun, I’ll be the misdeed
Here I am, by myself
My desire
Get away, bow and pray
Here comes the lord of lords
S.P.E.E.D.
Here comes the king
and tribulations we gone come out on top
Putting on for my people it'll never stop
Divided we fall together we win cause you know
We all King
Getting it done
Yeah
Let's get real vulgar and loud in here, uh huh
Come on, peace to my corner
Where niggas'll leave ya head and switch names on ya
And we
and the king is old and weak.
The princess has come of age, but still the gift of life they
seek.
In the chambers of crimson sleep.
In this vault
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
To *'Stand By Me'
Like Ben E. King said
The rest of my life
Listen!
Baby! Baby!
It's too (late)
You're too late to wake up
(It's too late to wake up)
take flight
Rewind before I'm King Weight
Felt like I was on an island
And depression was impeding me
Picked the pen up, made a rhyme by mistake
A couple
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