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Vacant

Yeah, I'm feelin' imperial, I like the way that she feel me yo
I pour the milk in my cereal, I'm makin' a killin', it's serial
Johnny Blaze,

To accomplish the improbable
Love is always optional
Evolution is unstoppable
And flourishes in the adverse
To soar you must fall first
And sometimes that hurts

Mars, out of this world
Produced by E
Huh, you feelin' me now, ain't ya
Lovin' the style I make, huh
The narratives I paint, huh
Too cold to stand

Regulus hold back
Speaking to where your soul's at hot breath spitting fire 
Make it blowback if you didn't know now you know that

Love keeps coming when I

that gone go for bat
Boy I'm straight out the gutter you noticed that
Walked in your spot like it's owned by my mother
I do what I want when I'm sober no

or revenged by Mother Nature 

This is the end okay fine 
But I had a beginning and I lived it 
Messily and Gloriously 
cnd that is a truth you can't politicize

and yeah we on that

Young and reckless in the dope game touching dirty cash
Youngin's who done fell into the streets in love with selling bags
Taught to get

Bring your friends to the door
Drop that ass low (Huh?)
Bounce it up and down on the mother fucking floor (Boy)
Eeny meeny miny moe
Catch a bitch by

It Might Sound Crazy

Daz Dillinger

Retaliation, Revenge and Get Back

1998

the past, 

'cause if I put it down, I'ma make the shit last 

And get the cash. Bitches always talkin' that love shit. 

No, it ain't happ'nin', tell me

Tear It Up

B.G.

How You Luv That?

1998

me and my cash money brothers
Yeah I thought but nigga know that I'm a young head buster
I come to tear this mother...Don't say that
I keep it real

if
You ain't on some street shit
You feel me? I can't trust these niggas
808 Mafia uno
Cash, ha, you already know, nigga
Money bags, nigga, yeah, yeah

and forth
Drink the fountain of youth by the liter
And only mother nature knows
Cause when she find you at your lowest, you better know you can believe it

the past, 

'cause if I put it down, I'ma make the shit last 

And get the cash. Bitches always talkin' that love shit. 

No, it ain't happ'nin', tell me

Who wan come try, dis-respect
De mother yon chop upon dis head (chop man)
Mother knows every style, oh-wayyy ohh

The champagne drink, rock-n-roll

I’ma take you on a date
I be making all this music, for the love and the pape’
I want 6’5 cash, got it looking like Jayce
Yea they never gon’ support,

a television broadcast
Media manipulates the narrative so you're distracted
After massive cash donations courtesy of bad actors
Shit, it's all ass backwards

battles, Glu’? True
I share the narratives
‘Cause I’m fatigued, too- nigga
The difference is I’m wearin’ ‘em!
It’s soldier shit
Fold ya shit, left to leak

man bitch I'm walking thru the fire
All this pressure made some mother fucking Diamonds
Roses by the grave I done rose up out the silence
Now they know

about to show you how to kill it
The reasons, I'll never give it
I found love, but I know I'll never live it
I'll smile if it's the narrative, with it?

[Intro: Luss]
Yeah, ugh, fuck with me
Ya'll gotta feel me on this one
Yeah... ugh, ugh

[Verse 1: Luss]
It’s imperative you understand the narrative

star beam from underneath the rainfall 
The plains felt dry so Mother Nature covered all 
Witnessed what life had to offer down by the waterfall 

This

bai,
This confusion is on purpose, digging a grave for you
TV mure betha rehna. Daru peeke leta rehna.
Distracted by binge watching TV, getting

love ya dawgs man you ain't gone give up on them that's what my mother told me
So I always keep that rule
Never give up on ya dawgs
OCR we on our way

of her life
She is learning to love the less in her
And the more
Finding magic in her melanin
Meditating on mothers of movements that
Net and knot