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your heart
Let me light your fire
Got the fuel to feed your desire

Time for the hunter to be hunted
Lady luck shine a light on me
Never been loved just

believe in these
Yeah I set up the plays call me CP3
My main man cross me call him Kyrie
I only trust the nigga on my ID
All these bitches say is can you

flayed alive"
"No more threats, you sick man
You stirred up the beehive
Cleavers are dead
Beheaded by my allies
Raven Cult"

Staring back in utter fear

Bone to pick with me
The stick hit his humerus (Buh, Ha)
Cram in the can like a tuna fish (Damn)
Light up his body, that boy looking luminous
Yeah

us

I be like Rain Rain Please go away for you come back to me
I need a couple days
Talk to myself like nigga get up outcha way
Watch how you play know

of self esteem
Another shot for my beliefs
A pinch of I don't give a fuck
And baby what you get is me
Lets light it up like kerasine
I say that music is my

I bought a car and I left my home
Obsessed with the lust to kill
The road ahead is a jungle
I am a hunter and I’m armed to the teeth
By the road

Yeah, I'm living life, uh huh
Look me in my eyes, uh huh
You feel the vibe, uh huh
Yeah, life is exciting, uh huh

I'm after the bag, let's run it up

Alice
I'm a kinda Calypso
Music would be my Ulysse
Just Isaac Hayes on me and walk on by
My tears always been alone, alone they will dry

I won't try

face (Well dam)
Now that Im up they got nothing to say (At alll)
Crazy part bout it I still feel a way (I do)
I might just run up a million today
Light

trick flip on the whip yea yea
Regular fixes living in a environment how I've been ay ay
Sadden a bit enlighten up or I mean lighten me up yea yea
Riders

in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads (you gotta meet me)
Oh, we're goin', we're goin' great
At the edge of town (tropic corridor,

The Soft Parade

The Doors

Soft Parade/American Prayer

1984

in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads (you gotta meet me)
Oh, we're goin', we're goin' great
At the edge of town (tropic corridor,

Coloureds
Bitches be talking that hate shit -shut up
Table be looking like the winter - all cut up
My squad for the kill  
We a whole bunch of a hunters
Even

Will you hold the line?
When every one of them is giving up or giving in, tell me
In this house of mine?
Nothing ever comes without a consequence

not a choke for me
Upon return I see the silver station wagon
And a light up on the second floor
I see she's prepared a bed for me
Folded flannel in her

Will you hold the line
When every one of them has given up and given in, tell me
In this house of mine
Nothing ever comes without a consequence

take the pain down like cleopatra 
I’am born again ,incantation of languages Alkebulan wake me up.
Golden Igbo Goddess black queen mother raise me in

Wake up and get the money
I den got paper cuts countin hunnits
Made me a backend while deep in my sleep
And I call dat shit right there a money

really nice
I look like a light wit no sun up
I kno niggas plottin they gon end up rottin
If i gotta pick me a gun up
Run up
Dont get yo lil homie put

off in the sky
My ideations are kililng me, human sacrifice, uh
This my journey to the light beam
Living in the dark, if you look you can't find me

The Soft Parade

The Doors

The Complete Studio Recordings

1999

in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads (you gotta meet me)
Oh, we're goin', we're goin' great
At the edge of town (tropic corridor,

to the dark side of the Moon
And I hope so the hunters won't find it me

Everything dush (vocal)

It's not the Mars!
My home in the stars
I only wants
A little

You're absorbing
All the air
Inside my lungs
Belongs to thee
By the time my song is sung
This is love
This is light
It's a shove
It's a fight
For our