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would kill for that space
The city eats you alive
If you get trapped in the maze
Count down from five
Gone in a blink or a blaze
All this time
And all

Never

Snass

Playa of the Year

2002

another level of the pyramid
Where you at?
I lived in Medina Heights
The media couldn't do without me
Dig deeper, I'm eating you from underground
How are

Farpoint Anywhere

Edenbridge

Aphelion

2003

Moves you from your faint-hearted sky
So come to ally
In key with lucent ocean waves
Here by the wishes of our dreams
Turn the blueprint to a quaint

From the second collection of poems "In Jest or Seriously” (Russian: В шутку ли всерьёз).

To: Vadim V. Bakulin, Sergey Y. Smetanin, Natalia Y.

of me sitting happy on the coast
The blue water crashes down, the ocean sound
By a lighthouse; image that I felt in a book
My children play together

look easy
Been through warm and cold days
Same outfit for the whole year
By my feet i got here
Took so long i grew hair
This that shit that's so rare

completed
We are the chillest nation, chilling people
My friends are hanging out, our lives became sweeter

So! We're gonna chill from 22 'till
Killing

THE PERFECT MARRIAGE

Yes is just a means to no
Stop could not exist without it's rival go
And you and I will rock and roll
Until the lives we have

travelin' and women and friends
And all the stupid situations we get ourselves in 

I woke up in the desert by a lake in my truck 
I was drivin' all night,

didn't know
It's goodbye again, and I wish you could tell me
Why do we always fight when I have to go

It seems a shame to leave you now, the days are soft

Rhythm and Poetry
Mama used to tell I was going to die being somewhere I wasn't supposed to be
We was in the store, she always tell me
Little man

and going back to a 9 to 5
The last time I was in an office I barely survived
That state of mind was where the Norman Sann you and I know derived from
My

In awe, thinking "which facility this broad escaped from?"
No exceptions, vantablack or the whole spectrum
Ask why and I reject the question
These are

A nickel for the fish
I'm gonna make a wish
That someday
Someday
The kids are gonna fix
All this broken shit
That we've made
We've made

Close your

We have a friend named Rodney Bingenheimer
He has a dutchboy hair-cut and
He's five feet three
He lives down the street from Hullabalooo
And he

got my name in her mind

Questions like what is she doing in life?
You know I'll do anything that you like

I still think about all the things that we

words
And those are Pay Day

We gone stand up on the booths
With bottles to get loose
I got heels on my shoes
And all my bitches cute

I put single on my

the party at
We open the gate back

Picture me rollin down the town in the lo lo
Greating everyone around but the po po
4 or 5 mean mugs I ain't local
But I

the profile aint met then you don't pass the test what we expect from the ones we elect?

Nothing less than the best we can demand but never will get 
Police

me and my brothers 
Pops in and out jail I just stayed for the summer 
cll my friends are dead that's real life 
Where I'm from 
Fuck a 9 to 5 homie

Long Winding Road

Jin

100 Grand Jin

a testament of skill
I took 7 weeks and finessed it into to a deal
Had the hood in a frenzy no question I was ill
Pulled out the are chain and my destiny was

Now I'm, out the door with my entourage

I hit the button in the ele' to the hundred ground garage

Now we blazin' through your city

All day

owes me money what you thinking homes
Left ear whisper slap it right in his dome
Mama I love you but we couldn’t see eye to eye
Just a lil

Made in America

T-K.A.S.H.

Turf War Syndrome

2006

The Last Poets - updated by Ethan]

I love niggas, because niggas are me. And I should only love that which is me. I love that you niggas go