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as the timeline shifts to
Eighteen-sixty-two
Three years before the Civil War was over, four years overdue
Which was only a hundred and twenty-one years before I
Pickin' apart my brain, I can't listen to what you say[00:16.24]Yeah, you can call me Jay, but don't ever forget the Tre[00:19.60]Gotta love my life,
Followed by two-six-five-three-five-eight-nine
Circumference over diameter
Seven-nine, then three-two-three
OMG, can't you see?
clique[01:01.55]I top everyone that feels chosen[01:03.49]I fight every night to avoid rodents[01:05.40]By my side, 69, got the pussy sopping[01:07.24]Holding the bar
The Bible's Books are Sixty-Six
The Spirit - their recorder;
Their stories - how they can transfix
So here they are - in order.
In GENESIS I will
champagne for a real nigga
A couple gold chains for a real nigga
I pull up in the foreign for the real niggas
Sold out shows for the real niggas
Flooded
Long Dreamer[00:02.38]Long dreams can sometimes take no time at all,[00:07.09]Ain't no logic to love[00:11.60]Man and a woman with stars in their
Day Five
Nuala,
Your generosity knows no bounds
Five gold rings! When the parcel arrived I was scared stiff that it might be more birds, because
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
Fest this year
All the weed you see is free, but the blunts cost sixty bucks baby (Sixty bucks?)
CaTashTraphe, I shoot it through, dipped in
the night
And even if this hall collapses
I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust
That our heads won't bust
Sixty six fifty five red battleships
pushing the white things
Gold links on my neck, she know I know the ropes
60 shots in the clips, so nigga fuck a scope
I'm still praised in the hood just
hand on my Glock
All gas through the dash, I'o'nt plan on stoppin'
Got a mouth full'a gold, shirt off I'm Pac
Still ridin' with my nigga with a thug's
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose me man
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
Wedding bands don't make it
through this
Dying because of this muted because of this
Castrated debauched
Disinherited because of this
Fooled by this used by this
Pissed on by this
Made
Same shit, different day
All this noise, in my face
On my life, check the time
Just one look and it's all gone by but you know
You know
You Know
When
on the authority of utbah ibn ghazwan
That he says, i swear by allah
That the distance between the two gate posts of the gates of jannah is the distance of 40 years
the diamonds put in by my dentist (my dentist)
I'ma shine when I'm skinnin' and grinnin' (shine)
Ice my watch, I'm not wastin' my time (my time)
Gunna
sixty-twos
This isn't my style,
I spit what I'm living right now
I'm out on the town, gold bars shutting it down
Bottles stacked from the floor
flip sixty twos
This isn't my style, I spit what I'm livin' right now
I'm out on the town, gold bars shuttin' it down
Bottles stacked from the floor
the court pins with me, sneakers my size you ran them
Handle beef by the pound, I ain't loud
I'll wait to stab you 'til we line up for chow
Thou shalt
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
as the hate grows colder
In these tin foil dreams
Everythings' fake darlin nothings what it seems
Yeah I need an escape
Find me waiting for the grays by
in her jet black hair
Over sixty years I've been loving her
Now we're sat by the fire in our old armchairs
You know Nancy, I adore ya
From a farm boy
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