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If nigga pocket watching he a broke nigga
Ion got no time to waste ima go getter
Fuck a four i pour a 8 and serve sum wit it
I got bitches by

g
Time is a thief, I'm leaning over
Lose composure
I'm just thankful my big homie sober
Had to learn don't measure life by pain
Hopping off the stage

breaking barriers beyond this matrix
This whole music soul music for the mind body spirit awakens unshaken
Dodging Satan Low low with the daytons
Gold fronts

in battle it's the creed for admission
Whether arrow, sword, bullets, don demarco your mission
The gods of old will welcome your soul as a worthy

Visions I project
Pray to the heavens
To grant me intellect
Listen
They say John was be-headed by the neck
Pharisees didn't treat him with respect
If Jesus

what I have body and soul to make it in the music industry and hustling showed me less is more,
Mind against Mind, Ideal against ideal, talent against

since
She was killed by a John
Then the third girl, she was obsessed With gold, so when she grew old the Emperor took

Her soul
The cat lady, I looked

Visions I project 
Pray to the heavens 
To grant me intellect
Listen
They say John was be-headed by the neck
Pharisees didn’t treat him with respect 
If

been, sundered that oak into kindlin’

13 crows perched on the eaves, west wind stirs a flurry of leaves
Chills the soul, both young and old
Silhouettes

relationships, sunken by the shipwreckers
Big time steppers get knocked up out they sketchers
I write every song like an outro, I'll never know when my last

And see your ops better buck them up
I'm old school
From a time where we had to knuckle up
Keep it a buck
Take one to the eye
But it's nothing bro
Go out

All the Way Live

Tha Alkaholiks

Coast II Coast

1995

that you don't wanna fuck with
Never shy, sippin' on some why ask why
Smokin' Thai with this bitch that's more fly than Jasmin Guy
Hooked up with John

in here making executive decisions (c'mon)
Mmh-mmh-mmh, bad bih grease my scalp (uh)
My old bih wanna come back, said nah
But I'm glad that she

Working Man [for Grandpa with Alex, Dave, Dennis & Bruce]

Gentry Bronson

Home

2004

and a pair of jeans
Old work boots seen better days
That John Deere cap sure is old
But it's got class and it's got soul

The unsung hero, the working man
Hold

In the Town

Rapsody

The Idea of Beautiful

2012

around her slowing all
She sees the money that the town give to buy her
Soul, at 18 years old
Remind me of so many young girls I know in the town

In

I DO (Ring of Gold)
Words by Eric W. Smith (ASCAP) 
Music by John Beal (BMI)



Verse
As our lives come together
This true love will be
So strong

split
By some nigga she let in the house
I was 7 when I learned my first lesson bout sexing 
From the magazine collection underneath the couch
I was 8

you." 

The Lord said, "I am hungry, but that would be a sin
"Cause it ain't by bread man's gonna be fed
"But by the Word God's given him." 

John

presence
Worth more than a prestige guest list
You my number one fan
My blessing
Respecting the IG family
Planes, trains, Uber, Lyfts
You John Candy 
Get

Nah, Ritchie Valens watch 'em flip a top
Got these diamonds on me
Look like tiny dancers
No one standin' by me, I'm a drifter
If you say my name

to reach the top, got to reach our goal
Separating real brothers from these
Weak ass souls
What? Channel thru our music and
Thats all we know
Comin from

Pink and orange and violet-blues
From the cloud to the ground
Like a movie - I remember us frame by frame
And that final scene - in a Hollywood rain
I

now, ya ask her how
Says I take it day by day
Old John lost his arm to a bomb in the war
Been tryin' to find a job since 1974
No address and post

Lost everything except my soul

Mink on, feeling like I'm Jon Snow
I feel like I'm that nigga, used to feel like John Doe
So tired of rap niggas, I