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The Stress Factor

Dre Dog

I Hate You with a Passion

niggaz heart
He's comin on a big wheel
I'm comin on a tractor
Man take this hate 
It's too late
It's called th stress factor

Some think that i'm the man

build a home by Seneca Creek
And raise ourselves a family
I'll work on the farm, you work the store
We'll have everything we ever hoped for
With

build a home by Seneca Creek
And raise ourselves a family
I'll work on the farm, you work the store
We'll have everything we ever hoped for
With

hungry
Didn't have a dollar, man that shit was ugly
Mama said be in the house by 7: 30
Mama, I'm outside with thugs
Doin' what thugs do hell yeah
We got

Is my arm round your side
Pulling you towards me for one more night
In this bar, I'm teasing now, your accent kicks, my eyes just start
My hands just

would end in vain
Old flames went up in smoke
I rushed to cope, didn't know what to do
Was I never enough or too much for you?
I was so in shock when you

years old, didn’t go out much/
Today the First day of school, private school, I’ll add/
We’ve seen this Movie, it ain’t such a diverse cast/
Mostly White

The old man was running when we found him
And in the dead dusk we bound him
Mmm and you were pacing the room
While we were standing by, black coats

Fatality
For the life of me
I'm trying to find a way that I can cope
But these Constant pressures and this
Ghetto Drama

a deep breath, and I cry, and I realize
And I let this end
I throw the postcard away
If you won't, then why should that old paper stay
Although I'm not

to the homie xan. 


 too much flavor to be bland. Wrote my first rap when nas said I know I can. I said I’m from the c but that really mean the land. We ain’t

brothers and sisters
Free will

Succumbed to desperation
Beat to shit by our own frustration
Now we’re force fed this old religion
None of this ever worked

to trade and this shit incredible
I be taking... to get my day by
Pouring out the... so I can get high
I need to taste that shit; you poured a what? In

of a perfect puzzle 
Metaphor for when I fuck yo bitch 
Bag o thin spliffs
csh it in this 
Now crash the new whip 
cnd slash the blue wrist 
The gash is too Sikk

tell you that we blood connected
Tired of reaching out favor and exchanged
We too old to be playing games
Growing up we was one in the same
I wear my

Her Prada shoes got a mini bag on it
Louis boots, I might just go and just bag this bitch
Ain't no 21, but you know I'm mad savage
Oota calling me

Swim in the pool, I'm riding this beat, no hook
Niggas weakness understood, you ain't from the street, you ain't from the hood
Niggas really

I Hate Hartley

The Amity Affliction

Youngbloods

2010

laid there lost in my head
Lost in my head

(Lost in this goddamn hospital bed)
I'm not the same man
And I don't dare try
(Try to uncover all

and trust
Don't pay no mind to the broken corrupt
Control Systems, soul prisons, that's old stuff
This life's too short I'm just soaking it up

We lost our

How could you do this to yourself?
Such a selfish thing to do
You're like an old tattoo
I can't afford to have removed

You say you've never cheated

motherfuckers coming out
So what you wanna do
Got a pocket full of jump drives the homies do too
Keep it old school slanging vinyl and cassette tapes
They try

growing old
It isn't lost on me,
The fake beauty of this temporal tragedy
Crossed bullets, burnt paths
Can the cost be too high?
And are the endorphins

to change those drapes, they're fake
I make haste impatiently when I'm tasting greatness
Reach legend status, don't make mistakes
Except maybe getting way too

on fire, who need fire verses
It's true that the masses needed songs for healing
But I'm a Black male too, you should know the feeling
We was teens watching