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a story 'bout the boy who rose to save the city
Or a tale for all the broken hearted to cry by taking pity
It's the details of who I've grown to be, I hope

the crown
State of mind is NY now
Rappin' 10 feet off the ground
I was high I'm coming down
Life a bitch I'm fucking now
About to make that cumming sound
Rap

wouldn’t wanna be your ex man either
Cold little diva, it’s hard to forget ya
Thick, minds her business, and moves well
Under pressure
Mixing that Dior with

the edge before jumping down
Can't feel my legs man I'm buzzing
These games help my braincells by numbing them
Lonely boy, going home now I'm cumming

Cum I won't spit
Your brother is so fit
Man I want to fuck his clit uh

Got fucked by five oiled up black guys
They black, I want my head between his

the flag and hold it tall
But once they pull your name out
Are you ready to take the fall?

Sometimes our minds our searching
For the answer or sometimes

hoes
I'm changin my diet to gold
Hittin the blunt
Then I'm ready to go
Who said I can't change the flow
Check on your mans he a hoe
Schemin the knowledge

aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your

me to your home, let me see into your bowl
You wish to be a soup god yet your soupmanship is poor, but you
See the man in front, licked his eyes, came

Another escape from reality and honestly 

You the same as sand to the sun 
Meaning your meaningless 
Waiting on your ego death 
Might enlighten you never

that look in your face deep in your eyes I'm finding
your mind that you're forever with your man
Then you said it that's the last I seen my friend

Sweet child, with a bright mind
You were born on such a dark night
And my friend, your glory days
Will fade with his last breath
Sweet child, you

I'm too trill I don't need pill to catch this kill
What time it is? It's time to drill
You keep your steel or you gone die
Murder man look in my eyes

to the sense where it is is known that all will not subscribe,
 yet bliss in that is plentiful,
 it is okay to let your mind wander,
 be and let be, 
for how you

and we're still judging by skin
Will we ever win
This world is so far behind
It's like we're back in time
Twisted by design
Hi racists hi
What is your big

of a lunar lung plummet
Paratrooper jump from a conundrum summit 
You gotta love him
My cock is stuffed into a sock puppet
Got your moms cumming

Part2:

and you like that
Expressions on your face is telling me that you like that
Kisses leaving marks and you tell me to bite back
I'm judging my performance by

truck and backflip, red stripe and catnip
Albert Einstein joined my five letter band
Our previous singer was the Michellin man. He broke character
A paid

Another Miracle

One Ton

Abnormal Pleasures

2002

Japan for the thirty five thirty five millimeter and 1916 Albert’s mind is off the leash E=mc squared, was he smoking hashish
1912 the ship goes

though
Cuz
You got a man that demands your time,
But when you with me, you just demand from behind
Cuz you frisky
Imma take my time when I work that spine

the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
[I'll fuckin]

[I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out

357

Cam'ron

Confessions of Fire

1998

you see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium (uh, uh)

was by far the most deranged
People often ask me for stories about the man
And the one that sticks in my mind the most
Well, it goes a little something

Ayo, we feel fucked up 'cause we locked up
No not locked down, don't even frown with your lying eyes
The truth remains in the skies
Balance out your