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of life is waiting there for me

That sounds like home to me
Like where I want to be
There'll be no tears, to fill our eyes again
The hills will echo
the lions let go
E is for Elijah, up to heaven he went
F for the furnace where Shadrach was sent
G for Goliath, by a boy he was slain
H is for Hannah who
I wish I could play the violin
I’d play ‘til tears rolled down your cheek and chin
And if you sang along
We could write the saddest song
fair again, shit
Devil, you got to get the shit right I'm black
Blacker than a trillion midnights
Don't Believe the Hype+ was said in '88
By
gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see

Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
speakers

Ladies and gentleman
I would like to introduce to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let's go

Laa, da da da dup
speakers

Ladies and gentleman
I would like to introduce to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let's go

Laa, da da da dup
to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let's go

Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
givin up ass on the ave 
I be the honorable, like Elijah Muhammad, Farrakhan 
And all praises due when I run through tracks like a maraton 
They call
the scenes
I'm pulling x for the Rex I'm all about the cream
By any means a hustling scheme will fulfill my dreams

A better living fatter pockets,
Little boys and girls, they all love me 
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E 
And let me tell ya a story or two 
About a punk-ass nigga I knew 
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me 
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E 
And let me tell ya a story or two 
About a punk-ass nigga I knew 
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me 
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E 
And let me tell ya a story or two 
About a punk-ass nigga I knew 
Named
the grain, game at my finger tips

Yeah, Killah Hill lay it down
Killa Beez on the swarm
Nigga

Aiyo, I plow down tracks like I'm out for revenge
Fuck
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
old school drops on gold feet
Roll sweets wit the bomb in it
Smokin' on bomb spinach
Ride by you wit the 100 spokes spinnin'
No linen, I'm just thugged
talkin' about real estate in Compton 
With a loan from General Mills 
I would start a new NBA team Baldwin Hills 
The Baldwin Hills Spacemen 
Lime green
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta

Hit the block, count that
I polly with 'caine
They pushed rock in the 90's, they remind me of Dame
Hundred on the dash, Jordan's on the gas
Pull the top back while I
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta

Hit the block, count that
A little league in the time that I'm so free
It's snow days
Midachellow park with a sledge in the hills and were flying through oak trees
It's the kid who
figga, coochie licker, relationshipper
Damn right I'm wit' her twenty/four/five, she gettin' thicker
By the daily, as a child they couldn't fade me
blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin'
I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin'
For
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin'
I cut your face up rough
murders will occur
Cause I'm from killa kill adamsville right next door
Bowen homes and dixie hills, allen temple wildwood and plainville
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