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in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby máma
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question with no answers
a meteorite
So when the studio, no I don't need to write
Man I just came up in the game cause y'all just needed more light
So, so by the time I'm done their
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it
Word by Bob Hartman
Music by Pete Orta, Lonnie Chapin and John Elefante

Psalm 112:7

He?s got a straight head
In a world of brain dead
He?s got
See no matter where I am bless me with all your light,
I'm on a train brain vexed connect and the I feel blessed
Whether day or night I'm
Said no matter where I am, bless me with all your light
I'm on the train, brain vexed connect, and then I feel blessed
Whether day or night, I'm
and forth, I ain't no convos
I flew to Paris and my plug named Diego, Gradur !
Gucci shirt, belt, Tom Ford
Finessed the plug and he fell for it
Fuckin'
You know the smoke can bring it out of me
You know the smoke can bring it out of me, uh
You know the smoke can bring it out of me

Yo, no better
Originally performed by Bob Dylan
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it
powerful, spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it
of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
When I really knew it
debate it
Part one of the hatred

The sequel the birth of many Uncle Tom's
I myself I can't stay calm
I shake in Bensonhurst rest in Bedford-Stuy
School in
Quarterback Weezy, young Tom Brady
Open up ya mouth, and catch a bomb baby
Good morning, dude, Eagle Street corner, Tune
Long dough, no short bread, no Lorna
no man in town as admired as you
You're everyone's favorite guy
Everyone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why

No one's
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive

You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon

Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
subliminal yet you don't think so
I walk with a gold cane a gold brain and no gold chain
behind the truth lies there lies a parafix
in the mix is where Dream
stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
They gated me off, by Hendrix while he