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every night their voice cry in agony
I just want to end the horror your blood will finally set me free

Death! Death! Death!
Your time is nigh
The reading

palms
I'm three degrees west of a hurricane
Four wheel drive with a ball 'n chain
My five foot seven is irrelevant
I'm six six six if you threaten my

by myself
Where I wouldn't have to talk to anybody else

My soul is dirty from the mark that you left on me
I'm not blind but it's dark and it's hard

Classic


They love you when they need you

Later they don’t know you

Everybody ride the wave R-N-A in they blood flow

I don’t care if she pretty

Revenge, I'm always on it

I'm the greatest fighter alive
And I hate it, I watched as my mentor died
He lied on his own in a pool of blood
Remember the name,

Like earth quakes that rotate and Grow great meters by inches Centimeeeters
I roll like centipede worms 
They call me GO
Lofi is just is like my enemy

Ghettos of the Mind

Pete Rock

Mecca and the Soul Brother

1992

a body at a party, sort of herbal with the verbal (uh)
Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle (woo, yeah)
Baggin' while you're

a body at a party, sort of herbal with the verbal (uh)
Look above and see the vultures fly around in a circle (woo, yeah)
Baggin' while you're

Die by the game
It's in my blood
Cause real niggas don't change
Hustle first and ball later man
Guaranteed everything gone be greater man
Real niggas

Im the type of nigga get a nigga type and then i smash them uh
Later on that day nigga found out ask me what happened uh
Only three inches in she say

within my eyes, but the truth is on my chest
I am just a man who wants revenge and I confess
I am full of rage and sin, locked inside this cage again
Where

Investigative Reports

GZA

Liquid Swords

1995

and premeditate to grab
And then they jet back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where shorties lose blood by the gallons

Crack

southern twang is all fantasy
I ain't from NYC, under the facade
I'm a Toronto kid who split into three
But please, go by my character sheet
Young Peezy

chest, I keep wondering
Since she hung up he tried to touch her or another chick
The crew is deep tryna get through to me before there's blood & shit
He

power
the source is straight from out of the Heavens
My glow, look like it came outta Tekken
Going in, And I'm covered by my brethren!
Locked and loaded,

of great honour 
Who was sown by the reaper's gardener 
Sown by the reaper's gardener 

Come on blood brother 
Pay your toll motherfucker 
Hell ain't free

Paperboy

Hell Rell

For the Hell of It

Blazin' artist
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Rugar Rell Dipset let's go

[Verse 1:]
Welcome you niggas to world war three
Turn his lights out I shine

[Chorus II:]
PILLARS OF MERCY!
My song and my word are iniquitous -
Gathering assemblies in days gone by!

[Chorus III:]
(FIRE BURNS WITH THE) PILLARS

plagiarized
Long before
Christ was born
His life was lived and story told
From birth by virgin mother
To december twenty fifth
A star in the east
The three

palms
I'm three degrees west of a hurricane
Four wheel drive with a ball 'n chain
My five foot seven is irrelevant
I'm six six six if you threaten my

You're time is up
Three fifty in the studio
Bustin out tracks
Got Alize
Got Chandon to relax
Spot my bro
Ran through the door frantic
No need

my brave arm
Break apart a fake heart

Cold got the blood thick
Infected by the love sick
Walk away with guarantees
Still might run the risk

Wonder

wife flirting
I'm winning, Trending like your favorite search engine
Everybody watching, nickname me television
Can't be seen by night vision by

lived 
Shit I did my best 
This is the strangest fame 
Don’t let it be in vain 

Verse 3: 
I’m on the other side
With my old heads 
Who would have known