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and BBS’s on tinted Saab’s was getting robbed
I'm 20 in, still outside, don't ask for it
That parched up from here on, that half moon is that Nas cut
We
Roll at least an ounce a day, smokin' weed is my escape
Peddle to the floor, make sure my niggas straight
Every city-state, I'm tryna break the piggie
and BBS’s on tinted Saab’s was getting robbed
I'm 20 in, still outside, don't ask for it
That parched up from here on, that half moon is that Nas cut
We
I was born on the holy ground
A running child in fields of clover
I was living in the grandeur
Of my father's land
mmm...

By the side
higher
You set my heart on fire
When you touch my body got me singing like Mariah
There is no denying, your kisses keep me flying
When you touch by
Making heavy metal power-plants to fire the city
Lights
All you can hear in the underground is the humming
Through the night
And the walls of tight
Pacino
New Jack City Nitty should of played Nino
Nino's dead, got done by a creep
Now I'm the boss of course ? one tenth street

Chorus:
Harlem...
heaven is just coincidental collision of 

Electrons.
This is not the time for touching me.
I am a conduit changing colors, frantic humming
I am the public highway, baby
I'm no place for pretence or protocol
I could take you
By way of a garden city
I could run you along
The Libido
Making heavy metal power-plants to fire the city lights,
All you can hear in the underground is the humming through the night,
And the walls of tight
the Dirty river
Hot summer city
Muggy afternoon air
Mosquitoes humming

'Round our heads
Cars stream over nearby bridge
Blood streams down my arm
I
turnin' round, homeward bound,
Can't you hear 'em humming,
Happy times are coming for to stay - hey!

We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery
do terror 
Mariel just had a baby someone else decapitated 
Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it 
Players is getting traded 
I drop
The morning is humming, it's a quarter past nine
I should be working down in the vines
But I'm lying here with a good friend of mine
Watching
are pin-point and aim is sharp like a sniper
Out the barrels, the hollow point, comes the bullet
The trigger's aimin, yo, I ain't afraid to pull it
the words
To the song I was humming
He just laughed and said that
The old grey cat is sneaking down the hall
And all he wants to know is
Who in the hell
Fields of Poland calling out to all the passing trains
Trains 
I suppose that there's nothing
In this life remains the same
Everything is governed
By
And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
The morning road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming
Two broken Tigers on fire
sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
The morning roads lead to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming

Two broken Tigers on fire in
humming
Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights

Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my
(Humming)
Gather round, you wounded people
Shadows fall upon the steeple
Soon shall come the closing of
The closing of the gates.
  For there is
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot
It is an early Monday morning.
The sun is becoming bright on the land.
No one is watching as he comes a walking.
Two bulky suitcases hang from his
blur the axioms fastest, crews lose lunches by the hundreds, lose electricity, lose gas, phone, plumbing, humming keep your mouth closed, keep your cows
Fields of Poland calling out to all the passing trains
Trains 
I suppose that there's nothing
In this life remains the same
Everything is governed
By