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In a 22
9/11 bose system
Hella loud
And it really bumping
A yellow bone in the passenger
And she love in it
Step on the scene
Hella clean with a team

something better than me

Teach me your dance
A crooked ballet where i’m
guided along by these tormenting puppet strings

A doll

for you to use in these

Fifth Element

Knowdaverbs

The Syllabus

1999

should be sighs of relief
I'm thinking like this it all seems correct
Use the gifts he gave to glorify, never neglect that
Review the word it stays in tact

by the handful my guy
Crown can turn to a halo my n***a
Choir sing to your soul in the sky,
I remember them days with no money
Had to grind with no

Imma musical genius
But my suicidal thoughts are my Weaknesses
I ride through on a chariot of fire
I don't need a messiah
Have my name sung by a choir

Came home in Ninety-Two and flooded Brooklyn with valves
I'm back...

You want me to cross the border?
Well come on baby
You want me to cross the border?

Stop Pushin

M.O.P.

The Legends Underground, Vol. 5

2008

voice, I'm mean on a record!
And scream on a record, nigga you ain't gon' do shit
You just blowin off steam on a record

Stop pushin! you better stop

When my life just Need to hit a reset
I Just use Gods template, preset 
Can't Get fried like chickens, Churches
And I don't mean the choir

I mean this when I say it
I'm not here to be a menace
Making hits like this was tennis
Trying to clean the game like a dentist
I'm gonna go 'til I

of all
Pray for all my enemies
Because N'ne ta ta  with dem
N'wanem N'na pia InShi
Mbada
My sins fit Dey black as charcoal
But jah cleans me I'm white

The Jig Is Up

Big Shug

Never Say Die: The Pre Album

2005

I get down
For my underground sound
Pushing lyrical weight niggah, by the pound, for real
I'm bringing sight to the visually impaired
Cause what you

UNDER, HE WASHED ME CLEAN CAME UP SHOUTIN' HALLELUJAH I'M FREE THANK GOD HE MET ME WHERE I WAS ANKLE DEEP IN THE ALABAMA MUD

V2
AND EVER SINCE THEN HE'S

of the guilt choir.


In the waltz of my days
I danced through false shortcuts

The tinctures cut with lavender

I was Aced by a King that couldn't call a Spade

where from here?
'Cause I've heard the tale told and retold
And I'm getting old

I'm getting old, but do you hear the choir?
"Mild he lays his glory by

Hol up bitch roll up bitch
I'm so lit this shit hit
Bitch u thick let me spit
2 hoes gon double Dutch this dick
Uncuffable in this bitch
Got fake

my life every once in a cerulean sun, no more vacation

I'm still inquiring mental choirs of worlds trapped beneath all the frozen blooming algae

shelves
4 to 12, get you the safe paper
Here's the idea, I'm Poison Pen
Yeah stay right there man
I live with no string, breath easy
You get loud, I get

Everything’s gon’ be okay
But not today 

Now is the time I pretend I’m leading a choir (no, you’re not!)
And for sure they will sing every shit I want (no, I

The Man Upstairs

Mac Mall

Immaculate

to die
Or live like ghetto zombies

In the house of the Lord 
I make relationships with Allah and pray hard
Even though I'm at odds
With what I know