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There's nothing I desire more, than to be in the full presence of the High Lord
Hay, I'm in the presence of the High Lord
So to welcome his arrival

Driving you crazy, tan loco
Loca por ti también
And you know so
As the days roll by and we grow
The more time you wanna fi spend

With my love
Ain't no

Put Yo Hands Up

Crime Mob

Crime Mob [Clean]

2004

[Verse 1]
I suggest that you not come my way, if you don't want trouble man
Outcomes going to be ugly when these hands meet your fucking face

brain
You got nothing to gain
You meet God he gon say you got no one to blame
Ain't s*** to explain 
You just rotting in flame
Looking back, regretting

it's new, rather
Do it by my lonely, aye whoa
He's a dub, he's confused
He's a CM Punk straight ass type of dude
Know she see me up, wavy boy, she gon'

dealing drugs at a young age

Talking: look i wouldnt blame your ex for moving on so quickly, like by the looks of ya, your little scrawny stfu bitch

cye

BEAUTIFUL BLUE EYED BABY

WHEN I WAS A BOY GOING UP BARELY IN MY TEENS
I FEEL IN LOVE WITH A BLUE EYED BABE WHO WAS A LIVING DREAM
SHE MADE ME FEEL

time

People be mad at me for nothing
Even when I'm not stunting
They must think I'm bluffing 
I know I'm not cuffing
Boy you soft like muffins
I know

the changes 
The roots say they more then basic 
New York's for my birthday cuz I'm paper chasing
Jean-Michel Basquiat with the flow you other boys basic 

Some

is a reality 
Blame it on my stubborn personality 
Change gonna come I was told by Sam Cooke
The outlook admittedly has gotten the boy shook

Guess

own fucking mind, yes
I could turn Jenny from the block into J-lo
Just tell her meet me at the London, something like J. Cole
She just want a hundred by

being really extra
But like... check my messages init
It's funny how in every convo I have wit my ex she's telling me to grow up
Twenty now, bitch the boy

They say I'm big headed
I'm like the gina chic
I come through in all black
Like the gina six
Got me waiting for a nigga
Like a fema check
Man I'm hot boy

HIG, bro, you from Houston, you need to do some H-Town shit
Cool, I told Byrd, put Beyonce on the sample
And don't get no more H-Town than this
Lit,

I gotta go get my boy Goose the producer
He's in a sticky position missing from Karma Sutra's
Farmer was his owner 'til I gave him a computer
Now we

something in me

I guess I know what I want to be today
I want to be a little more like that boy
Maybe not as worried about his toys
Or afraid of bees

one's perfect
I was grounded now I've surfaced
Mind state racing like it's field day
Boy meets world, sky's the limit
Went to church every Wednesday
Every

the wildlife!
I don’t think that they appreciate the
Big mouth that you bring!
Swim in my flow and feel my raps sting

Can’t you see? Were you stung by more bees?

wreck on Netflix 
That's what you get: relying on celebrities for more clout 
It's evident; no one clicked on this battle for the boy scout
Nice to meet

Hustle lil homie, go hustle
Get it from the mud man you got enough muscle
Keep it by the buckle, majority don't tussle
Saying I'm a zero? I still

616 Rewind

Celph Titled

The Gatalog: A Collection of Chaos

Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let 'em

Boy you're smooth as avocado
Ride with you, I know you drive slow
Hold me close until I cannot breathe (breathe, breathe) High-heeled boy soul

Gangs go around in streets and towns
Cleaning up on the way

Why I'll never understand
Are girls more prone to this
They unlike the boys
Are now more

its me
Eloquent fin
H e double sticks disease
Thousand degrees
So call my name you meet the beast
My I increase my speed and swerve
Changing by