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it
Those decisions are so poor
Just chase your dreams, youngin', 'cause
This life is all yours, yeah

The heart may be weak, and sometimes
It may even

stopped living in those separations goddamn
It's all magic in the end

The trumpets humming 2012 the maya ends
We're waking up to the truth surrounded by

gottem 


Verse 1
Its the NFL draft
Time to make my pick
Stunning on these cats
No time to be sick
Top ten pick
 I'm in first bitch
His mouth slipped

Ghetto Supastar (That Is What You Are)

Mya

Case of the Ex [Import CD]

2000

to sellin raps, name your theme
My rise to the top, floatin on this cream
Who the hell want to stop me, I hated those who doubt me
A million ReFugees with

you alone, she get my Tom Hardy
Get it
That’s a dick line
Love you for the fifth time
Smoke a blunt to get by
Throwing it back to get the incline
You

"Love the sinner, hate the sin"
Shut up, where do I begin?
Narrow minded, self-righteous hypocrite
Intolerant, I'm so sick of it
You have made,

"Love the sinner, hate the sin"
Shut up, where do I begin?
Narrow-minded
Self-righteous hypocrite
Intolerant, I'm so sick of it
You have made
You've

villain
No ted talk no higher vision
When the bass drop better feel the rhythm
You a sick bastard need some penicillin
If he hurt kids I'ma fucking kill him

Aftermaths, smog clouds, acid baths
Homelessness might not be half as bad
As being innocently incarcerated by bastards mad
Life is hard enough without the drama

him

As I reminisce, I can't find no bliss, I got Molested by my pastor when I was 5 or 6, That
Bastard, I've been holding this in since 96, Catch this,

Colossus

Tyler, the Creator

Wolf

2013

on
So fucking annoyed because I missed Goliath
Cause some kid said I was there then they caused a riot
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound of fuckers tryna

Eat up!
O' here comes another full-course meal!
You'll be fine

(Eat it up)
Playin' God, Imma' act a heathen
The bastard child and the non-believer
I

you all haters
Open your dome before that long scope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded giving you
Those raw hay

with advantage
Sick of all you fakers, we killing you bastards

"Yeah, I was like a queen and he was my king."

Three of my worst years, all of my worst

made by the paid down to the poor
Here to explain what the hell the underground is fighting for
If you in it for the passion better get to grasping

the fire-er-er-er
'coz those bastards criticized me coz of what you said., made up, a bunch of lies, almost got me killed...
I'm gonna burn it down...
bur-urn-urn-urn

with you
You will shut the fuck up ?! I want you to live to kill all those fuckin' bastards !!!
Remember to be sure that they are really dead
This little

toys
We running this gang
Getting sick of your noise
You stranded with a bad bunch of misfit toys

Rich get richer while the poor pickpocket
Swipes

remains
Of people castrated in their prime
By bloody paper weapons
Fuck, you do it all the time
But should some poor bastard scream distaste
You'd execute

For the way we be headed
But when I see the guillotine
It tends to open up the message
So many flaws in myself right
I just need to know I’m not alone

! Sick) hey, I've got a way
Let's fill them up with peanuts and popcorn
And then see how they play
Hey, Mr Vendor, listen to me
Those Jacksons could use

one woman all alone

So he rode on out to Hatties
Some flowers in his hand
And he courted her and won her heart
Poor Hattie thought she'd found her man

through hell and remain calm
The devils to stir us to fight me
Just to see what type of shit that I was on
Those bastards is why they got burnt
And turned

fish and bread keep the poor man fed
But that lobster and shrimp
That's the meal for a pimp
A sandwich ain't a sandwich
Without miracle whip