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filmed this
But that journey from Streatham to St Pancras is nothing more than a guilt trip 
I could talk ‘bout a genocide out in Palestine but if I showed

Burning on this weed, it take me to different places
Eyes on the kid and the competition shaking
Used to skip school but it's cool cus' I'm caking
Got it by

lips
I'm your new favorite author
I'll go the distance then I'll take it farther
It don't suck dick but this is a head bobber
Drop too much shit.

well it's kind of sad
And it's making us Christians mad
If you join the Jesus club I'll be glad
This is the end of my Cypher Verse y'all are sad
(Alright

Play it in the radio and drunk drive the car
I want you to drunk drive
I want you to get high
My music is made for every vibe
Play this while you kill

it off by saying rest in peace Drakeo the Ruler
Mac-10s, Wonder Nines, boy you know we totin' rulers
Talkin' shit on the computer, stuff your body in

on the fortune wheel, sin is real church is ill
What's up on this conscious plane? Life, death in spite the same
We some vets, snorting cain off Grammy statuettes,

asking God "Why?"
Like, "Why Fly?"

But then I realized that heaven is so high
My angel was by my side
As I searched for answers
You kept asking me

to wet clitoris, getting more lit, and stacking more chips
What is your vice, baby, switch up your life
Switch up the vibe, right on time
Time to get right

Never been spoiled just food in the fridge
Life it ain't perfect it is what is it
Twisted up my words you ain't listen to them
The devil he working he

i feel rigamortis
Vision deterred by the swirling of orbit
invasion intolerable
Whole body morbid
Some of my past life  demonic and horrid
Dark

The world is like this supper club
The Lord above, the maître d'
He throws the menu down
Lets you peruse, then ask ya, "What'll it be?"

Biboa's Theme

Proof

Searching for Jerry Garcia [Bonus DVD]

2005

for keeps
I ain't gotta say shit 'til the A.K. shall speak

[Chorus: Proof]
To whom it may concern, this planet is fucked
Life had been hard so

hearses 
Funding all the black churches 
Gamble with your life up in these streets if you think that's worth it 
Mag it's getting critical My verses damn

99 Bottles of Beer Lyrics BY: D-Black

1st verse
I knew this player name Heineken his Boy Corona/
Old foster ran a juke joint on the corner/
Colors

Regrettably
There's no way of telling you this
Chances are your'e found
Face down, smelling of piss
Let's start at the beginning
cssess are you medically fit?

I'm on some shit tonight
What can I say losing grip tonight
How many clubs can I hit tonight
Music and liquor my kryptonite
I'm living life how it's

the course
What's the price of happiness, I'll pay the cost
They tell me life is what you make it so I made this beat
I feel like Zohan, these drums are finna

ya
It's fuck ya now but later on they need A favor
Actin like you aint the one who here to save em
Til this day loyalty Is all I gave em

For real

a thinker,
she gold like the Aztecs or is it the incas
she call the shot and the shot be cunnilingus
she heaven sent on the x-box playing halo
wish that she

to that
Too much dick ridin', where the killers at?
I'm surrounded by these hoe niggas
Like ain't no heaven for a dope dealer
Life is a fork in the road,