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a nigga want is some of that lip service

Yeah, oh, I take ATL DOA, MIA it’s KOD
When you hear them albums back
I’ll be going straight OD
Straight OD
Yeah, what up with it ya'll(powerballin')
We come to the end of the powerballin' album
I hope you liked it and enjoy it (you know)
I thank God for my children, all the cars all the women
We gangstas! And there ain't a day that by

A Hustlah! Don't look back and reflect on his
like a {O.G.}
Go roll he's OD by a {O.G.}
Marvin Gay, Quincy dog, that's a {O.G.}
Billy Holiday, Cassius Clay that's a {O.G.}
Black Child nigga, I
'way herefro, do come here in eath!

Mayhap lured by the scent of lote -
'Od! - the foetid - eft hie back I mote;
For what I did my soul atrounced,
a light in the Vatican window for all the world to see
And a voice cries in the wilderness and sometimes he speaks for me
I suppose I love him most of all
'way herefro, do come here in eath!

Mayhap lured by the scent of lote -
'Od! - the foetid - eft hie back I mote;
For what I did my soul atrounced,

There's someone calling my name
But there's no on to respond
I lost so much in our collapse
Oh, what little hope is gone

The voice said
Jesus" is a song of pure delight featuring John Barbee

The pure tenor quality of the voice of Harold Montgomery
Gives a special interpretation
the ones who ain't got a voice
Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice
How I see it, if you ain't gotta die about it?
Don't waste my time, slime,
ogieñ bezlitosny.
Wzrok (tak zmys³owy)
W kamieñ zmieni³ siê

Od dziÅ? ju¿ nie bêdê sob¹
Nie bêdê t¹,
Któr¹ grzech omin¹³
DziÅ? ju¿ nie ma
like a brownstone
You hear my heat rock comin' through your sheetrock
It means you're OD'n homeboy, here come the detox
I get my swagger on, proud
Stevens (ASCAP)
From the charity album "Voyces United for UNHCR"

I was walking alone
And I was trying to find what I wanted to do with my life
So I know
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
And I'mma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's
a killer cobra,
It's Harlem USA I diddy bop and shop with Oprah,
(Yeah nigga, what.)

Nigga what,
From my voice I'm killing 'em,
I shed my blood,
As you stare into the depths of darkness
Illusions of your mind pressured by horror
Standing on a plain of desolation
The streams of frozen
Ain't No Joke" track
For a second it ain't look good
Little tension buzzin' from Wyndanch to Brentwood
Misunderstood, all forgot by sixteen when I met
heart of a king
Turn my voice up

Ayo, the brother is "stillmatic"
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I
on the airwave and it's yours, pick the heart of your choice.
Friends and lovers, give a call, make a match - by the sound of a voice.

Why-o-you-n-g -f-are-
split personality is having an identity crisis
I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful
Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo
the heat from your breath, 
Rap niggas beef in they album probably needed the press
And as a man I never found the slightest need to impress
Another man
the Wisp
And this is The Last Light Radio
Your last beacon of truth and defiance

I've always started my shows by saying that: All ships lost in
I'm only one voice in a world of billions
And no idea's original no more

Right I'm feeling like Jay
What more can I say
Only two albums deep
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
(The Divine Feminine)

Love, love, love, love (sex)
Love, love, love, love (sex)

The number one set and! Ghetto Music. Produced by 

KRS One. 

Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye 

Widdy bye bye bye bye