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4th and 7th Chakras lend the best connection
Third Eye Wide
Third Kind mind
High as birds in sky
A word to wise
Fly cursed In-disguise
My
Knows that stayed in garages
9 da 5 taken out garbage
Caged looking for away out
Tells me baby we blessed now
Don't stress out
7th verse
No
A Dollah & A Dream
I did this shit all by my lonely
Man these niggas they ain't shit (They ain't)
But I know karma she a bitch (Bitch)
I showed love
mixed jazz blues and pops
And the salsa fusion, he's lady's shoe producin'
Plus he teamed with rob Thomas for a music revolution
On the 7th day, it was
no frontin'
Choices need to be made on the 7th
A catch 22 in my midst, 'cause either way I'm fucked
Go to trial where I'll probably lose, or take my
was a pick me
Till I realized she just match my fly brown sugar Sidney
Fogging the windows in car washes by 7 eleven
Elevate her drop her on top to 7th
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
cities but I'mma S.A. fool
7th Graders shouldn't bring the scraps to school
So when you say you only listen to the real M.C.'s
Let me spell it out for
got workin is play in the back
Go back to crack
Go back to sprayin the gat
Cause your bullshit rap dont stay on the rack
7th Heaven gonna have
beats hell out of Chiang Kai-shek
I'm the power elite, me and the 7th fleet."
He said: "meet my sister, Madam Nhu
The sweetheart of Dien Bien Phu."
of Chiang Kai-shek
I'm the power elite
Me and the 7th fleet
He said, Meet my sister, Madam Nhu
The sweetheart of Dien Bien Phu
He said, Meet my
what's my sign, so I threw up the 59
I'm a lord, out the 7th Ward I pick the lock on heaven's door
Feel no need to settle scores, leave pussies red
Decades, meet me at Heaven's Gates
7th Ward by the lake 'til my death
He'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street, Saturday night!
Get up
felt like Common Sense
Promise I did more for my niggas than them Obamas did
Late-night stepping like Thriller you niggas dead to me
Tagging 7th
the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass
I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus
The faggot Nore son, now year later
Lady 7th floor, building
Dependin' on how you keep your hair
Now it's fuck 'em up and nothin' but NWA
Smokin' a 7 or an 8th, way before 7th grade
My classmates sellin' yay
second
Swear that I'm gone quit and leave like every second
But, rents due and if i pay past the 7th
They gon chew me up and spit me out like devils up in
And the wrong mistake is a half
Dead ass doing the coroner
Heavenly father I'm looking into the heavens
My girl think I'm going crazy
This nigga going 7th these
crazy
Heaven forbid I end up back in Edmonton
I just made it out of 7th and Jefferson
You probably don't know what that
Is when I mention it
That's in
mad tricks on your mind (mind)
If you're blind to the wicked ways
The devil plays mad tricks on your mind
Verse Three: 7th Ambassador
He
the arm
you're draggin, put on a bra
your boobs are saggin.
Ed should be dead, Yes, Dear too
Judging Amy, The Practice, The View, 7th Heaven
you should go
the days
We didn't dwell on our fait
Blowing wit T60t and Crazo on 7th
On Mook and paCman on 8th
Watching For The Enemies
While we Still up On The Creep
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
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