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And the corner of the room is over there, I'm staring at it by myself
I can feel my heart is beating so intensely, so I'm counting every single one
your past, brother
[Afrika]
My forefather was a king
He wore fat gold chains and fat ruby rings
Nobody believes this to be true
Maybe it's because
Stone)
Bad to the bone
Shackles on feet now we free by the code
Trinity three I feel peace in my dome
Now we deliver divinity tones
Wrist game bad I don't
to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough
to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough
this is Piru
Slide through with the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, nigga don't mind if I do
From Piru Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton,
effects is what I wrote;
My demeanour is an unpredictable colour mode;
My music blows up, radio and TV show up, like detonation of an explode;
Three Thirds,
life had to offer
Live on inside this music when my beatbox is a coffin
Hermitofthewoods
All I ever wanted was to strike a little spark
Just enough
up high in a tall gum tree
Look
The morning sun is beginning to rise above this big wide land
It's time to explore
Are you ready to go
I hope so
Today,
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(Yo, rest day
Must be out my fucking mind, what is this, the hundredth time?
Sending flowers to funerals, reading rest in peace
You know the usual, death comes in
In time my brother, In time
Everybody thinks Q-Tip is odd
'Cause holy, holy Q-Tip speaks of God
The changes of time arranges a rhyme
Rhymers (?)
expect? This is my first time ever firin' a gun,
(Yeah!) much less a machine gun! (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) (GUNS. GUNS.)
Hi there! My name is Lisa, and this is
on everything to make somebody else care
I know life is kinda sucky, I know it aint fair
But your my brother and I love you
Imma be right here
Man youre so hard
is wrong with this
Here is the place, now is the time
Let's invent the kiss
Lumina
Come and wrap around me
Lumina
Come and wrap around me...
on the radio, and it's disturbing you
Big Moe nigga that's my big dog, and my love ain't never gon withdrawal
So we clicked up coming to get why'all, my nigga
name first
Meyers, Michael
Lord is killin'
Three 6 killin'
What else will I say
Even children
Probably don't give a fuck if you are
also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
Cause we ain't never gave a fuck nigga
Need a angel by my side, cuz I been carrying some demons
Eating like a reptile, cold blooded, I'm anemic
In
that I leave this world before country music does
When you can't cheat on the radio
Or be proud of where you're from
When trucks run out of red dirt
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
a Mask and a beautiful suit, and I used to stick to my dream thinking' get them all true
But finally I realised I can't get my stomach full
So this is
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