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fame
I wanna live right and treat others the same
I wanna spread love, stop spreading pain
Not like the others, I always felt strange
Work on myself so I

hard-work
We strive, we throw
We got that farm work
And it's strange being in a new place
Stick to my guns, have a little bit of fun
It's all good man, we

place with 'em, bring 'em home still grim
Caked with the bronze clay from the park pitch by the gym
Helicopter high, twin blade propellor, hella live

No More Luv Songs
You know I'm sitting here, I'm just like
I've overestimated my place in people's lives for way too long
And, you know, I'm tired

Mic Check

Aceyalone

All Balls Don't Bounce

1995

level and shift, earthplates 
Speeded up birthrate repetitive let it live then let it die
Right inside the eye of the negative
I love puttin pressure

Dreams

[Jason]
All Humans Should Live In Their Fantasies
So They Can Stay Away From Any Sorrow And Pain
Just Look At Me I Was Forced To Stop Playing

no one stoppin me or
Blockin my lane
Niggas rap bout they watch
But Time is power I rock
Like doctor strange
Proper training place me as
High as my

I love this song
You been to a bad place
Now you're in a rat race
But I am right there by your side
I know I'm not the greatest
Might never be your

there 
Kids getting thrown of buildings 
Drive-by's, I mean fucking drive-by's in the UK, type of shit is that? 
I shed a tear for my the real brothers in

Your broken heart is fading fast
You found a love you think might last and last
The sweetest thing you've ever seen
The kind thats always in your

neck, bring the bounce back
Clowns in a squad car
Ring a rosie round that
If this is the end then imma need a better soundtrack
Pulled by the collar
Feel

and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death’s oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,

on the outside
But thought it might be strange the way she looked at other girls
Scratch that, her future husband wouldn't mind
A decade will go by and she'll

I'd rather suck than fornicate 
I dress like Bryan Ferry
I drink the blood of virgins
I live in Notting Hill Gate
I haven't had a decent meal
Since

the priest is in so stand by for exciter

I'm not explaining myself this time
I'm doing things my own way
Not inside the lines that were drawn out beforehand

In a place called El Sombrero
Not far from where she lives
A gracious senorita
Steps out onto a stage
Her partner too is elegant
I've often seen them

by the road, right upon the hill
She cares about the ones who are in love or ill
That place is called The White Palace Of Dreams
But it's not exactly

the words forcing behind my eyelids
i hate to think of her but i sort of love it in a strange way
yeah

the cry - of desperation - the cry - of contemplation

For so long
I've been far away from home
Trying to get some hope
I work
Work hard to earn my bread
Alone in this strange place
I'm waiting
For my

like
Strange Fruit with meaning in
I want to hear the wolf
Howling and the waters muddy
I want it to dance
Want it to make me cry but also funny
I'm

And with his widom in my sight
I will remain (both day and night)
as happy as a man can be
for no knowledge will be strange to me
Of stars in heaven I will