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the game like Alan Parish
Applied tariffs on all the goods that you pedal
Take the combined average
And, put us side by side
See I'm divine savage
Aye

oppression
You pick the fight
Not afraid to
Start a war
Fiery passion rages
in rebellious hearts
Symbol of our love
You break the shackles of conformity
Come,

Wanting war boy you know we got weapons all sorts
Uzis bazookas a kukri some rugers a ninja star scimitar forty four colt
If you dont know me got passion

goes by the name
Is it a plane
Is it a bird I see
We never have enough
We've never had too much
TOO MUCH
TOO FULL
Too much too full
No matter what's

be okay
'Cause as the day goes on, the sun will keep shining
So we'll be okay, whoa (Yeah)

I remember days when I was at my lowest
Overstimulated by

Relinquishing, frame by frame
Every wall, I built, for you
The patterns will stay the same
I've seen all that they can do
Passions rush, ignore them

leading us into the new new aye aye

Now I recite, a lot bitch, each night
Got em near a mosh pit Bout to give a crowd this
Green light, Spit a hot sixteen

coming to God watching devils tactics
Try to make you hate your brother cause his passion
But actually take a moment and ask him
Why God taking the time

passion, do what you love, and you're living the truth/ In the BronX with a pen and a pad, studio we didn't have, the block was the booth/ We had no computer

look under the tree I'm seeing heroes
The rest is coal
I call that fuel for the fire
Pit burning the skin verse human desire
Of course we can win but

Where the blossoms bloom
From rotting flesh
In the light of something fresh
 
With the foreground blurred
By winter storm
Something better fit

real shit
But me?

I rap about my passion,
Ambitions
And hunger in my stomach pit
Going to bed hungry
I'm Waking up, I still ain't got the shit
Sneaking

TALKIN TO YOU

VERSE 1
I ain't impressed by who you think you is
You ain't legit you out here fakin biz
Homie you lost you don't know who you is
You

on the merch
Another in the dirt
Its like / we don’t give a dam
We infected by the hurt
 Infected to the nerve
Smoking on the curve
Quick to pass judgement

Written By: Stanley Gentry

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They Thought It Was Over 

Aye  

Poppin These Verses That I'm Writing Its Another Version Teaching You Is One

the beat and the chorus was bodied by Jeezy now I gotta body the verse if you bet you can take out the money in the purse I hop on the mic like the beat has

snake up in the pit, another trip out to the strip
Here in Austin we call 6th, where we party 'til we're sick
Too sick, now let us rip, sober up until we

me I don't care about her doctorate 

I'm honest she likes the smoke pass the pot bitch 
Dreads swang, chains ain't goin in a mosh pit 
Don't

Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, there's no option
I gotta stay fly
Hop up in the cock pit
And feel this pain of mine
Ain't no talking in this state of mind

Little girl lost in the pain of the day
Trying her best, but never able to say
Left to be loved by a shade of chartreuse
A fictional character

stake I will stake a bitch. Ima real nigga I won’t fake a bitch. Heart on my sleeve I’m not good at faking shit. I’m on fire where’s the pit. Throw

climb those mountains like it's nothing try to read me
Sadly you won't ever fucking get it
You lack soul and you lack passion
Fuck up off me cut those

yuh
Yuh yuh
I feel like an assassin
Ima murder someone in the section
Shedding blood is my passion
When the boss give me a tag or two, he say fantastic

far
It's too late to give you flowers
So my eyes rain showers
Miss you daily by the hour

They reminisce over you
So I do just what the open do
I become