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messin' with my mind
And these bitches messin' with my time
But I never let it bother me
I still been on that gri-ind

Fuck an ID
Fuck a line leap
I just

boys angry
Get the money for mom and daddy, make them Just dae chill for garden
In the yard of a house i bought not rent or borrowed
It's written not

You don`t know
And nor do I
Quite where to go
Where to reside
What to call home
I wonder why
For all my Dayz
I write these lines

The Mighty MC YC

2000
Must be mr millennium
Apartment housing
I ain't never have yards to run!
I'm getting distant
Damn I'm just my fathers son
I put exotic in my fucking

hollering Sak pa se
And N'ap boule

Back in my day niggas stood up for something
Nowadays niggas won't stand up for nothing
Fought in the yard I was fist

We'd skip rocks down at cedar creek
Swing from a rope tied to a tree
We'd pitch a tent in our old back yard
Catch lightning bugs in a mason jar
Daddy

are
Show you how it goes
Pulling up
Line full of cars
Got lime in my gar
You can smell it from a far
Making way through the club
Everybody knows me

your couch.

And it's knowin' I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds Or ink stains that have dried upon some lines
That keeps you

When it's crunch time, the only time, I start playing
Nigga, I don't cut lines, there ain't gon' be a part changing
Dog, I only wanna do the shit

right when I fall in line

Pay mind to the oppressed
Bind the oppressor professor of lies
The possessor of lost lives
Who's goal is to control minds

But long before I cross that finish line
I'm gonna hit a few walls, a few stop signs and do a little stumbling 
But at least I ain't gonna die wondering

some day
In the new house the walls will be thicker
Than the ones around us now
And the nights they will be quiet
Without the dripping sounds
In the yard

Harlem World system bumping some Mase
Granny front yard relliecuhs raced
Had a pallet on the floor snoring loud when it ain't enough space
I'm here

the champion squad
Shootin' back from the line, give em' time to count the yards (Yeah)
Posing on a new prod
In the music gotta' see me like a whole act of god

want, In the end you know you gotta go hard
Past feeling passed away I just send em' regards
Took charge of my life and built a fence outside of my yard

Get me the sommelier i don't even drink the wine
Get me the poet but i wont even read a line
Get me my shit but i don't even know whats mine
Its

it all away
But life's too short just to jack around wasting time
I'd get moving if I could only find the starting line

After all this that I've been

weeks)
I could root through your closet
I could gum up the works
Take a walk to the back yard
Plug the holes up with dirt
Tell yourself it's a bad one
Tell

large
He tried to step off in the field we stomping him out the yard
We gone rock out or not? Loading these glockies with anger
We den been through a lot

got a gun I got me a yard
You got a gun I got me a bar

Time to raise it
Take off the roof man im losing patience
Bad doctor but my creds amazing
Bad

the lines
At the light on Berryessa
Meet my partner in crime

Down to Hostetter
There's an entrance by the fence
Duck behind the trees and bushes
Homeless

your girl inside, left you in line
(That's gonna cost you something)
Pulled over in your ride, blew 0.15
(That's gonna cost you something)
Pipes done

understand how some n****'s have none

Yeah I got plenty girls on my line
If there was a trophy for girls I'd have one
Not sure who to call round this time
Put

your bird on my line I'm a night time pleaser
So it's me LD I'm a Bradford geezer
Me and the boys like yo what's happening
Sat on the plane wait to be