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when I just said no thanks 
That's why my pillars are not the regular mainstream raps 
You clowns wack 
I'm bringing Soul Umoja back wit the facts 
Take

bottoms up (Bottoms up)
She want my touch, she can't get enough
Didn't sell his soul yeah, he just gave it up
Talkin' shit, but I just called his bluff
He

Crimson

Edge of Sanity

Crimson

1996

drinks the life-blood from the feebled man. 
Empty bodies, soul-drained by the vrigin queen. 
Finally given the pleasure to die. 
She aligns the hate

to the hearer 
I'm an Axis of Action, mirrored in the mirror
A full understanding on the state of my soul
The question on the table: Do you want to be made whole

Uh wassup show these niggas how
The west was won

Yeah if you don't know my name by now
Just call me any rapper, could get it
Any month, any week,

analogy

At times my life felt like a Greek tragedy
Where I'm the protagonist in a state of pain an' agony
But other times when I was chillin' the most
I

my shoulders carry so much weight
Houstonlantavegas as I travel going state by state
Turn my music on late night driving on the interstate
Driving side

Putting feelings in context _ it helps
With the text, I indulge and delve
Into the state of my mental health
making the the best of the cards I'm dealt

he'll take his life is the thought when distraught
Is it something we've been taught
Is it wrong
Is it something that belongs
Is it underneath my palms

Christmas morning when he woke

He said I've come to land of blessed freedom
And I have found my destiny
At the gate by the shore I knelt on the ground

a bunch of junk that never took off
Maybe it's for the best
My pops said it best
He said it's blending in with all the rest
Time moves by and my corpse will

Wonder why these motherfuckers scared when I bust a rhyme

If you only knew the half of it
Life I was blessed with, cradled by the wrath of it
And now I'm

Babe come closer
Why are you so far away? I'm cold

Prophecy fulfilled
An addiction to the thrill was overshadowed
By my constant inability to feel

don't always spend the night but he don't leave until he blessed it
Get 'em shit on Fathers Day 'cause that's my daddy when we sexin
(He da best)
(Aye)

have the time ever ever let up
I mean you know that I’m blessed up
I don’t need a hook when I’m writing book and I know that he scared
I got him shook
I

to my soul now
Scientist crank another cheap pill
Murderers plot another cheap kill
Pour my coffee and I see another mass kill
Hero by the Cheetos has

that?)
He sold his soul to the devil when he tried to sell that (I want your soul)

Day's been cold, just like my wrist
I'll be used to, I
Paint these

weak
He get bagged by the jakes n speaks
Then wil'd out and even name some peeps
That shit will break your sleep
Ayo One, my phone times up
Keep on doin

leave my mark and be somebody y'all recognize
Told my bro when he leave them bars that I'll make sure we set for life
Everybody wanna see them stars but

them to respect the flows
By having them sinking down into a genuflecting pose
Reciting eclectic oaths; these blessed souls
Express progressive goals

the prison
He voided my sentence
Yes, I'm so blessed to be alive
I gotta praise him and testify
He loved me regardless, even though I
Rejected him, cursed

Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation. When he put pen to paper the president said, and I quote, 'if my name ever goes down in history, it'll be for

Smoking on gas
That connect with my soul
Got me high when I’m speaking to Jesus
I stay afloat
Like a boat
With the Bros
On the go
So you better

haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
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