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do this Everyday until my grave, call it a death grip
The reaper's in my dreams as I sleep but still proceed under pressure
Never have I questioned my

triangle side angle side
Be by my side or be square and then we'll go for a ride

Solid is my word, can't break it with a jackhammer
I'm not about that fame

Old version of me, sitting by dormant
It bleeds, all over me

The pressure builds, I can't blame my peers
I look in the mirror just to face my fears

Around My Way

Talib Kweli

The Beautiful Struggle

2004

psalms I'm spiritual when I'm lyrical
This is for my soldier niggas looking in the mirror who
Sitting home scratching off serials eating cereal
The way we

my plan
My own special plan for this world
I listened to these words and yet I did not wonder
If this creature whom I had thought sleeping or dead

can't eat my own ass, then I am with sitting on toxic bleach that they were supposed to be using to clean. Was the Prop 82 warning for nothing? I'm glad

fucking indie kid
Didn't imitate the smiths
We wouldn't have death cab for cutie
Or the fucking shins
So please be calm, it's not a competition
Art is about

for a trust in the future's sake
I had to mediate
The cost of my mistakes
I had to concentrate all my faith on myself
Vision clear like glass that

Death Cab for Cutie in a small suburban
They spoke to us while we were hurting
Pulling back the curtains on our burdens
And eventually we'll get to where

many places to go
With Death Cab for Cutie
On the radio
We'll drive and we'll climb
Till we lay down and die
We've got one way to go
And that's side by

who wouldn't speak
Now I'm who they checkin' for
Shown crazy love
Ran up on stage with 80 thugs
After the shows, my niggas robbed the bar
And wrecked

a black cloud on me, I've been cursed by my right ones
I'm back bitches, the retun of your idol
F-to-the-o-x, B-double-O
Black hand keep them Lambos

and gone
And your deaths become overwhelming
Under the full moon in the still of the night
This is my vigil for the departed

Pentometra Speaks
Halo near the lakebed
Mirach to Vindemiatrix allow for my descent
By land and lake I'll navigate the tides of cognizance
Please

Can't stop the tears, yeah, from running down my face
By my side, never lied, but couldn't stay
Look in the mirror now just to see your face
Dear

Lyrics by Ben Gibbard (Death Cab For Cutie)

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me,
And bathe my skin in water

a bunch of junk that never took off
Maybe it's for the best
My pops said it best
He said it's blending in with all the rest
Time moves by and my corpse will

tall 
And there's a version of me praying for my downfall
Part of me is full of hope like roman candles 
And part of me despairs like a cannibal  
It's

1970 Somethin'

The Notorious B.I.G.

Duets: The Final Chapter

2005

York, ready for the likes of this,
Then came the worst date, May 21st, 2:19 was when my momma water burst,
No spouse in the house, so she rolled

hear you
Iah blow your brains, leave a stain on the mirror
Speak on the beat so my pain heard clearer
I like my bitch bad with an hourglass figure, nigga

only 
the thought of my Mum that saved me 
I booked a cab back to the Main street look at the places this shit could take me 
Week later got dropped by

Incarcerated Scarfaces

Raekwon

Gangsta Hip Hop, Vol. 4

1996

here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moët be tastin' like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up
You never had no wins,

Incarcerated Scarfaces

RZA

Wu: The Story of the Wu-Tang Clan

2008

here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moët be tastin' like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up
You never had no wins,

shit, New York New York, ready for the likes of this,
then came the worst date, May 21st 2:19 was when my moma water burst,
no spouse in the house, so she