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and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate

fly, now
Squint your eyes bitches
I Dempsey Tom bitches up out of new Bentleys
I'm old school like a loose Winston
Like, "Since when they
Make

I try to do good but its not enough
Dealing with stress keep it bottled up
Storm clouds in the sky and they're ominous
Fireworks for the opps if they

yourself in
Hold up, hold up
I heard whispers that the corner shop might about to be stockin 
A shipment of bottled water and I hope they get some aspirin

Chehra
Lootera, Leke Jaoonga Ab Loot-Tera
And If They Attack, Karoo Main Snap Back, New Era

[On....Forever x4]
[I Go On....Forever x3]

I Built A Niche,

Devil, told me
Goddamn Devil, told me

Picked up Poor Bob, down in Mississippi
I left him standing, down by the crossroads
Headed on down to New Orleans

another hoe play me
I'm whipping that work like that crack inna 80's
I ride around town by myself cause these bitches be driving me crazy
I got a new whip

gotta Ap for college smarts
I gotta new yathct
I cruise like Tom
They gotta hand it to me
I swiped their palms
They gotta cheer up
Poms poms
They gotta

And Bob's your uncle but you worry about your country
I don't take molly, I take lil' rocksy and my daughter
Out to get chiffon dresses from the shopping

brand new like we born again
Pussy dem a chat say dem no rate we dawg wha else
Blue bwoy, wrap head
Stackup like quarta bread
Mek gyal a skinout nadi

in holy water and take lighting showers
Use Posiedons wife blouses as a towel and by now ya 
Wondering just how the fuck I do just what I do...

50

PEACES
My killas trained to shoot when they see a head nod
You a square bob look like Uncle Tom
Flexin wit dem chains you gone get yo ass robbed
Got yo

Malone 
And the Social Club Band
Bob Luhr was in the house
We had a St. Louis jam
By the end of the night 
I had me a job at BB’s
700 hundred south

one came back again

A lavish recycling trip
A delicate receivership

The granting of new jobs
Flesh covered thing-a-me-bobs

Head shots by dead shots

Big trumpet no flute
Christ walk can't lose 
Faith walk peace shoes
Born again made new
Praise God raise the roof
Carry the cross is what I do

Bob

equal reality

Control their minds, then you can control their body
Be careful what you dope in, next time you party
You think you bottled water more

phone gotta reject
I've gone through muddy waters just to repent
Now I ride on Yahweh's wave until I'm sea sick
Soul damages come from trying to manage

you
You not on the field, you be in the house by curfew
Niggas don't fuck with me, thought it would be worse news
Have the money right or my associates

Mantis

RZA

RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo

1998

New York terrorist 

Break fool to this, madness, crazy low-hand 

grabs the mic stand, smooth as water 

Spat Seven Seas you've not yet mastered

It's Mr. I don't give a fuck up on the top floor
Smelling like a bag of weed mixing with my Tom Ford
Used to bag it up then I would stuff it in

yeah deep in your water baby
Cause she Beasty
I made her cum twice she say she trying to 3-peat (oo-oo, who knew)
She was so freaky (freak)
My heart been

our heads above water if we kick our feet
We've created our own bias, our own realities
Reinforced by confirmation, chambers echoing
We know deep down

a climb
Gotta learn a whole new life
Someone pour a glass of wine
We gonna be here all night
Guess I'm tortured by my thoughts
One day you're here
One day

up, quit
I didn't write no more, I didn't do shit
Just held it all in no new hits
Nothing, bottled up, forgot music
Then I got up off the block, got a 9