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I'm gonna spit crazy
Wind raging
I-45
Drop benz racing
Naw I'm just playing wit yall
Heeehee
Its IMI
I am a child of God
I am redeemed from the hand

be me and you

I'm gonna fire away
It just might be me and you
It's just my baby and you
Slimey he tellin' it true
Engine is getting real loose

I

change their tunes
I can only seem to find real ones in runes
But I don't let it get me down
Got my confidence from lost and found
The Mob are the only

If them niggas don't work, then go eat by yourself
You can't keep up by feedin' your friends (no)
Bein' a dummy, that don't make you real
Better

only by the silent winds of the North, whose voices echo the fate of the world. The void began a million parsecs from the edge of the infinitum, a great

And then they went up in unholy fire 
A gorgeous searing inferno 
It Consumed their fuckin souls 
Until their body's fell from the sky 
In the end all mortal

horsepower
And can fly
He's the Judge
And He rules with a rod of iron
He reigns over the lake of fire
Light source for the new earth
Hit you with the new birth

Yea
God Shit
Yo kid, you're gonna be large
I had a dream in Brooklyn, it was written in the stars
They chopped up beat bop and said it was ours

the flesh it'll tear
It isn't flesh that I'm worried about

We held a match to keep our sight on the path
But the flame gave up and we lost it
And I've knelt

And the moonlight withers slow
Alone on this earth forgotten by time

The stars bestow a gift of strength from the flames
Heaven's light marked my horn with symbols

And horizon drops with poison rd as blood of time
Walking down the street- a trail stained by other bastard- Sons
Mother-Earth turns a blind eye, I choose my

, wind and fire weren't my only elements
I dodged away from prison
Then dodged to the kitchen
Never cooked crack
But I was listening
I've seen pots pans

with me
I'll pick you before the sun starts rising
We'll never look back on that old shack we left behind us
Keep your eyes on the horizon
It's time

be alright
It'll be okay

And Thats honest, gotta go get it regardless

I just gotta keep it real, I get down on myself I know just how it feels

the plug,
Hear the sirens come up
we ain't windin it up
They can mind their own fuck

Call tha fire brigade
Call tha fire brigade
How we keep it 100 n still

Why We Call Each Other

Dustin Lynch

Why We Call Each Other

2017

our friends don't even know
It is what it is, keep it on the down low

'Cause we love how the fire feels
No strings, 'cause it isn't real
And you

the real hype
Williams middle nigga, take it back to your wind pipe
Niggas pussies in real life, they living the real hype
Williams middle nigga, take it

Goodie Bag

Goodie Mob

Soul Food

1995

That it ain't even wise stepping to me incorrectly
But yet still when nigga's feel they can deal
I will split your ass up for real, cause we

They Tell Me

EPMD

We Mean Business

2008

fire, fuck retiring
I got belts around my waist
You keep holding your pants up
Homeboy male up!
That's your opinion, cause you're not feeling it
How

slows to a soft whisper
Like wind in the pines as the creek flows softly by
A blackened wolf spirit with feral eyes of fire
Watches from the shores

the rock kenny anderson
Whip it up split it up dope acumen
Hot verses disperses circle earth surface
Like the equator god cipher emerges
Creator innovators

Scrape

Future

Future

2017

the house and it's all you heard

I just whipped up a new Celine
I just whipped up new Maserati truck
Cookin' by the sink with the fire up
Burned down

know I gotta keep it moving that's the way it go
You know I'm moving the wind whichever way it blow
I'll probably end my life I ever go broke
That's

Ill Manors

Plan B

Ill Manors

2012

of us buns the herb
Keep on believing what you read in the papers
Council estate kids, scum of the earth
Think you know how life on a council estate is