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of who was feeding whom
Back then at the start
We could eat with anyone we cared

I should've known you was full
By the way that you handed to me
We
guard

Handed me a drink

I heard the golden band on my hand

Ring against the glass and that

Cheatin' heart attack was gone at last


I felt, a cheatin'
We only knew each other by letter, 
When I met her over the train, 
When the smoke cleared and the dust was still, 
She was standing there
To burn it down 
Your forgotten ground 

The golden bough with a rope
Lies there for you to climb
Higher and higher
But by this rope you can hang
If
these frogs in their clusters
Three by three, five by five
How would you describe this left handed loony
Toony votoony, dancegate pressure
Heading
down
Your forgotten ground
The golden bough with a rope lies there
For you to climb higher and higher
But by this rope you can hang
If you've
We only knew each other by letter 
I went to meet her off the train
When the smoke had cleared and the dust was still 
She was standing there
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her 

("Step in the Arena" sample scratched) 

Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit
All your life things were handed to you
On a silver platter with a golden spoon
And you only do just enough to get by
You never had to work a hard
that
Lead chin check
To your dome its on black
Respect me zone or get caught back handed leather strap 
Hit ya so hard knocked flat broke by a bloke
honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days we
money-getting style, rolling foul
The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso,
money-getting style, rolling foul
The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso,
honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
There's no days, for broke days we
money-getting style, rolling foul
The versatile, honey-sticking wild golden child
Dwelling in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil's lasso,
a fence with my father, we're in the ghettos of dreaming  
I'm dreaming up with my partners in crime: Living Legends
Giving these times an open handed
The maiden materialized as she neared
The hair which finely crowned her head
Was a halo of golden reflecting the sun
All of the beautiful women of time
nigga
Cause when it's beef my homies mound up quicker
Fit the pound much quicker, lay you down much quicker
You never been approached by Golden Eagles