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niggas
I'm giving you what you want
Get inspired by the Messiah

The choir say, oh, Lord
Never liked the pastor
Like Banshee, that took my money
Always

Shooting Threes Nun But Nets Like We Play Fa Brooklyn 
I'm Running To That Bag Every day and night 
Young Nigga From The Rock Just want my paper right 
If u

All the way from 'Mu-fuckin Brooklyn with that light
Here with the 'Mu-fuckin NugLife gang, 'Ya-im talking bout nigga 
U.A. all day, Beast Coast shit

and Barlarmo
Brooklyn Kicked in the door
No Biggie for them at all
The living had them involved
In mobs
Menial jobs
Keeping from madigans
Communities of their

hungry I make sure they get a plate
I don't want to make a video
To show people how I'm really giving tho
We giving from the heart
Not for fame
Ayy
Shout

Take a trip down your layaway
If its a clean slate
Don't wanna lay in a subway
Take a trip to Brooklyn 
So I can see my friend
What you gotta
Not

Black Helicopters

Non-Phixion

The Future Is Now

2002

advice
He was larger than life
He penetrated the roof of your car with a spike
Trained by an insane ex marine
CIA trained a renegade assassin android

Monotony

Afu-Ra

Body of the Life Force

2000

fly high above it
Summer's comin, September's middle school
Mom Dukes mad strict, she'll never raise a fool
I'm comin up, clean the dirty from

clean
Alright nigga, I got this shit

I'm from the Eastcoast
With a flow that please most
She might tell you she celibate
Bet she letting HD stroke and yo

I'm chasing green and the fucking dream
To go out with a bang being called by Mike Breen
I hate to break the news but you're cut from the team
I'm

You're not gonna stop me from preaching the gospel of Christ
I'm being nice, cause

What I really wanna say, it would shut down the internet
I'm a child

New direction blows the wind, sun's reflection slows the ink
Tell me when the story begins
Cuz I'm only getting closer and closer to throwing the pen

the crew
Feel like I'm by the rivers when shorty show me her inner tube
Comin' for the winner, them cold summers could hit a few
Stuck up in that water,

from the soul
My heart's freezing over
As I'm sitting here in awe and wonder
Taken aback, by your holy thunder
I was contemplating all my blunders
Felt

it this clean
Make it effortless, that's what being clever is
Pair it with the Desert Wind
I'm hot as August get the beverages
You bitches reyes de

She yelling out she took enough but I Just keep on gripping her
After this I'm tipppng her I spin til I Get dizzy brah

We up the score by twenty brah

So gifted and so wicked the flow's vicious
Where's all the Chibok girls that went missing?
Who'll be the first rapper to die, I'm not kidding
I'll

tree
Blowing smoke in the cool air of the calm breezes
Hit the road in fresh clothes
All matching attire like an actual choir
Clean kicks feeling so wavy

I'll stay as long as I can
This town is a ghost land
Everybody moved away
And I just stayed behind

I claimed their tasks - one by one
Every job

tired
Can't keep walking through the fire
Saying I need help, preaching to the choir
Can't wait 'til my mind goes quiet
I'm falling down will you catch me

Nordic Wind

Action Bronson

Blue Chips

2012

giving head in the street
But still, slicing nuts, clean off that's with the razor
I'm laughing in the tavern in fresh Brunos and blazers, chilling

could be cool
With niggas from school
Era before Juul
Blunts all we knew
Quit it at 16
Better living
Joined choir
But was sinning just prior
How I’m wired

Turned the hood into a choir (how?)
Told mum "I'm going church", I was handing out them flyers
I'm talking bout them samples, felt like Marlo in The Wire

criminals
But if the annie aint ok
We ante up
So Brooklyn from one blow
Your planets struck
So pro i propane n flame burn
Where they say the fames Earned by