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the dirt and the debris
And this third degree, emotionless on the scene
It's like a disease the way y'all killin' me

I'm 16 and I shouldn't have to feel
the dirt and the debris
And this third degree, emotionless on the scene
It's like a disease the way y'all killin' me

I'm 16 and I shouldn't have to feel
to feel like this.
I'm 16, every young boy out here wanna kiss.
I'm 16, and me and my mama goin' through it.
16 on the block
16 on the block

16
the dirt in the debris.
And it's third degree.
Emotionless on the scene.
It's like a disease
The way y'all killin' me.

I'm 16 and I shouldn't have to feel
volts
When you touch me through the night
I can feel the heat across a million miles
When you voice comes through the line
I can feel the power
See I'm gone drink up 'cause we just linked up

The squad been teamed up we cuttin' off fingers
It's 16 fever and that's since April
My Corvette paid
the room, I was nailed to my seat
I'm like a prisoner getting ready to talk
I feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk
And suddenly it lifts
a volt right through my head
To beyond

You been down and out and blue
Take no notice of the moon, shame
Ol' man river's after you
Said you ain't
by lightning

She takes a knife to my seatbelt
She says the brakes, it needs mending
She says my mood, it needs heightening
She talks in couplets, she
Whispers and a sawtooth grin
In whispers and secrecy
My enemies conspired
Fifty-thousand volts through
A thread of copper wire

If this is your love, save
I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
And a black crow snuck through
A hole in the sky
So I spent all my buttons on an
Old pack mule
And I
fingers, it's 16 fever and that's since April
My corvette paid for my old school paid for, the hummer roll up that means you assed out
And you didn't cash
What up though
It's Murs, 9th Wonder
Murs 3:16, the 9th Edition
Shut your fat mouth, and listen

[Verse 1]
Anticipation got the deck stacked
Mother reads the note again
16 candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame
It's always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays

I don't want
by day...
And he closed his eyes
While a gasp blew through its leaves...
And he began to speak...

[Grimnismal, verse 4, 1-6; verse 5, 1-6
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Ezekiel 22:30, 1 Timothy 2:1, James 5:16

There's no feeling
Like when you have a friend in need
Their heart
Namayoho renge keeho (16 times)

Feel it turn See it burning
Want to live Under shelter
Move on Up ahead
Earth?s burn Feel it burn

Souls collide
When 16 ain't enough

It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
When 16 ain't enough, having a dope beat, dope idea
16 bars ain't enough!
How
You killed your first man at 13,
Killer instinct, Animal supreme,
By 16 you had learned to fight
The way of the warrior, you took it as your right.
What up though
It's Murs, 9th Wonder
Murs 3:16, the 9th Edition
Shut your fat mouth, and listen

[Verse 1]
Anticipation got the deck stacked
Thrilled by volts of electrified juice

Well, which way did my donkey go
If you see him let me know
I haven't seen my donkey since
He backed into that
have run ten thousand volts through my broken heart
And when the shock was over it was plain to see
That there's no room for your here boy in my
on the lynchin
It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned
It's the aura that's felt, that causes one to flash his gun
And reveal how he really feel
a gun, you don't so it flares you'll see
After that a 5,000 volt chair for me
So I move carefully, niggas don't care for me
Who care I don't, you share I
You feel this too
You feed off us, and we
Feed off you, so

Charge me, charge you
Charge us, charge through
Amplify, terrify
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