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downward thinking dead or dead to me!'

  Down to the pool and narrow wharf he went,
Seeking a tavern which of old he knew,
A front of timber-crost

fucking dreams
A corpse is never meant to breathe, uh

Me and the voices have been talking
I'd get up and go outside but that's a dead man walking
On a path

they raised me as a rider
I don't really fuck with rap I do it cause I got to
I do it for my fans and for my mans for the dollars

Now this one is

Nickel Plated Pockets

Aesop Rock

Daylight

2002

(Sorry man, I can't help you out dog) Quarter?
Something man?  (Yeah I only got enough for like cigarettes and shit man)
Alright man, I see how it is (I'm

man's heart.

Lots of love in an old man's heart
Mandom lost, and his days are done
Charm is dead, and his manners gone
But there's a lot of love in

thing
I need the whole thing
I need the whole thing
Whole thing
Whole thing

I'm back to my old ways
Smoking gas smoking propane
On the glass I see

I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe

signs of life after being jooxed with the kitchen knife
I kill cinically so niggers are dead clinically
by jerkin' off I got strong deadly tentacles

here wit me
Na i'm on the road nd i swear i been lonely
Nd i just been stuck in my old ways
I swear they just tryna kontrol me
I hate when they think

like I’m Kobe
Never miss, don’t approach me
Had to switch my ways, and now the haters gonna pay because I’m
Running from the old
Running from the,

to break
"Ayy yeah, let me get a Big Mac and a strawberry shake"
Someone snatched me by my neck I thought I must be dead (get off)
Injected me with

Angel

COLLINS ANGEL
Give - Give Wait - what's on the floor?
All you do Let's see some more
Is give
Give me some
Way to show No - no - no...
How you've

prolly got these rappers passin fray
Look, New York you gotta feel me I
Was at the Rock The Mic tour
Barely old enough to hear it
Man and standin' next

This a smoke screen they can't recoup me or coupe coup me they can't recruit me
So the plan is plan b man stop the plan b yea hmm
You know what the plan

on that)
Defend her honor and my old lady, my mama
(I stand on that)
Man of my word, handle my business, nigga, I promise
(I stand on that)
I ain't

to see it my way and understand 
That your feelings matter but i am only a man
I’m clearing my mind and all my visions 
By clearing all these wounds

of progeny
None shall be spared by the wrath of the Black fed by furious envy

Lies cannot spill from the mouths of the dead for this time of dread is 
But

Old Man's Rubble

Amy Grant

Amy Grant

1977

of the light
And just by listening you've made a decision
'Cause the voice you hear is gonna' win the fight

Are you living in an old man's rubble
Are you

Mother, do you know the reason why I’m feeling kinda fucked up?
Mornings with Bacardi, evening ends with an old monk
Way I’m spending money makes me

money
And when we pass through people dead
A Cosanostra, man a eat tears, kill fi money
We put one cutlass inna dem head
A Cosanostra, man a eat

Beautiful Pain

Niggas study you, shawty know what a hundred do
Actually the nigga backing me
Is right in front of you
Raising a daughter

my dream is 'Vicki Eydie', 
Vickie Eydie is definitely a lounge act,
Vickie Eydie is not the kind performer 
who goes around singing any old kind

You know that I’m flexin' on my old friends
Back on my bullshit, see me like “oh man”
Posted wit my shorty or my brothers, got no friends
Is you

to the ceiling
Then I feel my soul start leaving
Like an old man's hair receding
I'm pleading, "Please, oh please!"
On my knees repeatedly asking
Why it's got