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if I don't know how to feel
Time just keeps on passing
This shit'll never seem real
The longer my brother's gone, the pain I'm feeling gets worse
I

just by own
I can rest assure
Coz now that you're here

You're the only one 
Who makes me feel fine
cnd its nice to know
You're always around
I still

finna have a good night
Just crashed the whip, got a couple bands up in fine
Everything could go wrong, I'll still be alright

All this Adderall, fucking

cause that love'll get you killed!
You was my brother, but it is what it is...
I ain't trippin' - but da fact still remains
That you switched up

Verbal Murder 2

Pete Rock

Soul Survivor, Vol. 1

1998

backed by bullies who be peelin' caps 
I sack a rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards 
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics

I dont get in my feelings i go out and get a bag
Oh thats reason why u mad
And i dont got time to sit around feeling hurt
Bitch i gotta put in work

sight
It's alright
It's a vibe
It be fine
Nigga that's life
Fear doesn't constitute danger
But I still feel it
I feel fear and fear feelin'
Somehow I

(uh huh)
I love to love you baby, that's a song by Donna (it is)
All my foxy ladies, we still the ill nana (we are)
All around the world from America

something
And actually know what it means to live free and breathe brother
But deep under, all my wishes and hopes
Is the feeling if I can't live, let me rest

time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind

Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days

Instincts is animalistic, I am feeling fine
It used to be a toy at home, now its homicidal
Shooting at a rival, its dangerous and hazardous
One up in

This music shit running my life
Barely got any time for the wife
Know this shit is so wrong it ain't right
When I'm not in the booth I'm write
I can

Oozin ambition
Booth and he spittin'
Best in the G 
Why are they sleeping on the content?
Best in the nation a topic  thats worth debating 
It maybe kind

yourself before I end your little career
This beat will hit you hard I'm just telling the truth
Try to catch it like a bullet but you can't it's John Booth

haven't been giving a fuck
I'm feeling low and drained think I'm running outta luck
I got some low change need me a couple of bucks 
This life is no game

When I hop in the booth niggas go crazy
I don't play by the rules niggas be fugazi
I said what's the word we could rock out
She showing me moves baby

the tablet drizzle like snow cause I'm cold
Now you in a pickle Kosher or Vlasic
Rip through the traffic feeling fantastic
Ready like 1 2 3 in that Benz 4

feeling for my Brother
I know he struggling
I wan help my Mother
Cant giver her nothing
I think my Father
He still on them drugs and
Life hit me
Can you

it
If my brother ever need a hand, then Ima lend it
If that rule was made by the man, Ima bend it

Make moves all on my own I'm independent
Climb all

ball in the west
That lil' nigga was killin'
Surrounded by violence
His parents ain't like it
They knew that
They son was no a regular nigga
He got a bit

treated like a wordsmith
Feeling unlucky surprised when you suddenly attacked by bird shit
Always got the time I solo out to rehearse it

Flowing

to see who coming
Shoot through the door Like I'm white man worried.
I ain't by myself I got some splash brothers
Who shoot through like the coupe new
Work

I'm like, fuck this world, I'ma leave this bitch
Man  my brother, mama died I can still see the hurt up in his eyes
That's why I love that nigga

vision

On a mission, I won't stop myself, it's my competition
You can hear me, but do you listen
In the booth where I've been cooking, you would think I'm