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To the town where there was plenty
They brought plunder, swords and flame
When they left the town was empty
Children would never play again
From their graves I
the motherfucking laws were so raw that I accepted my cross, I was born to be cursed by my thoughts and creativity, gross, is not a marvelous boss, at least with me
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
go beyond the place that you came from
With realised clarity, we gain sense of the wrong
Let's now create a place, where we can all belong
Let's begin
by too many bruises came by
All I wouldn't trade if I had to start again
Yeah I'll still soar high
I'm singing mah elevation
Take me out to the light
I came to this empire of blood, bone, and pearls
And I've lived off the work of my hands
But I learned there's an evil in the heart of this world
yeah
I want you to come with me
There’s a life we can live with open arms
Far away from honesty
He was a hot-headed boy who knew how to lie
And he never
Way down
Down by the sea
Where there's not a single person
That I could meet
That will keep me from
Eroding my own mind
And the birds are wide awake
Millar. And there we have it: another round in the books, and my goodness plenty to talk about within that round. Both had their opportunities, both had
to let it
Act upon my instinct when I set the bar
Let the cards fall where they may play
52, now pick it up, I, make the mess
Maybe yes, that's where
days of Dapper Dan through June Ambrose
The band made us clap our hands
What came after was the scratch from the grand wizards and grand masters
One
Once more he stepped into the street
And to his lips again
Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane
And ere he blew three notes
There was
Better wear plenty armor
I’ll cut that ass like the chef at Benihana’s
The Funky Man’s in it to win
It we gotta keep it
Real, yo, no motherfucking gimmicks
they playin is lame
How i'm came at a ho is all a bitch gone know
What I won't, what I don't and where to put my dough
Back-talk get you slapped broad
motherfuckin' asked you
(That's true)
Most of my chicks from where I live, I mean the East Coast, but this bitch was from L.A. and had a cheat-code
I mean
says something in there
Sometimes you get visited by an angel and you're not even aware
So I still recall that Christmas night
The tops of the mountains
yourself
Enter
But no rush failures
Because there is no glory in defeat
Have you ever sat down aimlessly
More time there isn't such a thing
Have you ever
god is asking you to walk away from
Another thought, you shouldn't spend a lot of time with people that are always negative
People that are constantly
The year's boutta change
Think of who done changed up the years
Sure we got gifts and the snow songs
But think of where matter done came from
It
stay there
Mine was College
Flings for a night
Hit up queens
Where rap was really bussin
Even close friends did their thing
And got their bars in
Still
to office
Where it's nice and cool when the blinds are dropped?
If you could maybe swing by, honey
We'll pretend that bad ol' clock has stopped
If you
covered-up females
Place us in remote rooms where they assault
And strip search girls
Forcing us hijabis to uncover our pearls
All for personal satisfaction
can be a star
When we all feel
Swam with the sharks no need for an OceanGate
Sippin OceanSpray by a pond where the lotus stay
Four feet away from
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