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Jet Fuel

T.I.

Paperwork [Deluxe Edition]

2014

I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say

all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs

[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,

the fire
Fuel the fire
I met a Capricorn
She took my world by storm
I go to war bout that one
It's only right I bear arm
I guess I got it wit charm
And we

be put down by anybody else
Cause all the stars are gonna line up
Saying that it all will be fine

You've got your guns for hire
To fight a fuel

Assimilated and gentrified
Washed out by the moon and tide
And if the stars would shed their light
Perhaps they'd shine on these empty lives
That

Count your blessings
Bal' izibusiso zakho
Count your blessings
Count your blessings
Zibale z'benazinye
Name them one by one
Count your blessings
Bal'

it isn't at home
Metallica Black - it's wherever I may roam (ah!)
Confusion adds fuel to the fire (to the fire)
But it's time to let that wood-stove

rock with us
Metallica
Competition no talent, hmm, in the jungle
What's wild enough?
Just might stumble upon a pack of lions
No lyin', my soldiers dyin',

flow blow out my stomach
Or my rectum im dead inside Seeing Belgium
While eating waffles in mental Metallica through my Headphones fuel
Give me that fire

even compare the pair, not fair God's realer, Godzilla, commonly rocked by king kong, call my king of kings, will beat on beasts, on beats, while he

a menace
Baby just come by the river
Why don’t we live for the night
Sing a few songs snap some pictures
Don’t leave me gotta get right
Empty some bottles

no more
You're coming with me
My love, you'll live for

Fuel the sins of the saint
Your soul I will taint
Fuel the sins of the saint
The picture is

Once your ego gets bruised, & the bleeding's internal
We gon use it as the fuel we need to feed the inferno
We don't need no water, let them

rather walk through hell than be one more live to squelch
Yeah, I'd rather die than feed your greed. 
I'm not gonna stand by and watch you burn the light

tolerance keep peeking but
Doctors quit seeing us now we seek illegal buzz
My pharmacist is in the streets to fuel addictive tendency’s
By any means heal my

This song is dedicated to everybody
That is being help by somebody
But not really
Yo Jesús You got me bro?
Let's go!
Ah!
Yeah!
Some go
Some don't
But

Show & Prove

Big Daddy Kane

Daddy's Home

1994

[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track

writing code, off by heart

Click, click, rap, tap, generate! Fuel the mood, anticipate
Found in pixels, auto muse, driver image, perfect hues!
From

or will you close that door
No one lives forever and I need you so much more

I scream in the rain and get struck by lightning
No one's to blame, there's

Where the road leads, ain't no way to know
You won't find out until you go
Gotta fuel validation on your own
Cause if you let them gas you up, you explode

You died for a fool
Now all that I want is to live by Your rule

To have no greater love than this God insists us
To lay down our lives for our brothers

about
At a certain age, you live life & grind more
And there are certain things you don’t have time for
I’m really focused on my purpose so the truth is

a vet do
You can't gas me, bitch, 'cause I'm sellin' jet fuel
Real life freaky girl live in the bedroom (freaky)
Snuck off and hit my bitch in the red

say
I am resurrected by a shotgun
Permantly in chainz 

I wake up and take a new shot of fuel
Yet a day has been saved
To live is to die for the golden