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and a bottle or two of booze
And thank you for taking my father
A few years after his own father went down thank you
Mercy, mercy, thank you
For not smoking
It was 8 years of age when I wished for a life long of death
An abandonment of wishful incitement thinking
Institution of bereavement and laughter
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
you still beneath like your name is Lannister I'm fucking (Jon) snow
Who the fuck are you?
Credits go to the fake places
Not controlled by a fucking
and look for a successful personality and duplicate him
Like, they always copy mannerisms, but they never start from the very root of his being
And that is:
Psalms one hundred and thirty nine
I look around what competition be beating my flesh in submission
Cause I gotta kill it
But that don't mean enemies
the last thing that I do
At least I know that I'll be loved by you
In about a hundred years from now
When all of my love letters are found
And someone
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
we are sent for
How many a boss like Mosquito
So we lighten all the papers
For those who crave the dollar sign
No blessings from the Savior
We're
a hundred, then one twenty-five
When it got to one fifty, I said I can't survive
These thirty minute visits are eating me alive
Believe it or not, I'm the one
made for women. It's a patriarchal system of executives and decision-makers comprised mostly of men. There are very few women, producers, engineers,
Offensive im so offensive
If you are sensitive get this we lay
On niggas streets like shes on Picnics
And bitch im rich and yes im this sick no
My watch roll
a hundred years ago you brought the rah rah
now it's recycle and kumbaya
and i ain't going out like a punk
you say ?? you could call it what you want
no
layed
Off by the hundreds of thousands
And their faces are stunned:
"I put in 35 years"
"It ain't right"
"I don't know what to do"
They never pay
to do with oil
Stand tall like trees
Sprout leaves from our branches
As an extension to show where the helping hand is
Live for hundreds of years
If we
of what people of this town went through at that time.
The year of 1944 saw Forlì ravaged by the bombardments of both Allies and Germans and subject
as the timeline shifts to
Eighteen-sixty-two
Three years before the Civil War was over, four years overdue
Which was only a hundred and twenty-one years before I
SAVE THE PLANET
SAVE THE PLANET
I put 100 in the bank
Now i’m on the road put 100 in the tank
Trying to go gold got a 100 for the safe
I was running
of unbelievable college football
Was told by an NFL team that, physically he was everything they look for in a player
But because he wasn't familiar with some basic
earth
mortality binds, no one is truly free
sometimes tricks of light are all we see
hair cropped short, you never lost that style
even with the long
Yeah, fuck that shit
You are watching a master at work (yeah)
This what you all been waitin' for ain't it?
Rap game homie, I been waitin' for
silly bars to tell you I'm the one
I've been here, in the game for fucking two plus years
I don't need no one else but me, I'm the one who cheers for
silly bars to tell you I'm the one
I've been here, in the game for fucking two plus years
I don't need no one else but me, I'm the one who cheers for
Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribing
Medication free
And for meditation we
Smoke some better tasting weed
That you'll ever taste or see
S-H-A-R
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