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or the pot roast gammon with the
Cherry glaze… by the grace of my hairy face
This shit is pure clear spring water Perrier
Fairy cakes.. 3rd point that

little buzzards
I'm a eagle in the sky
Ain't no trafficking mine
Ain't no traffic in line
Reading brail boy
I feel between the lines
Ya energy and matching

I ain't have no guidance growing up, I was by myself
I was talking to the angels, talking to the angels
I won't ever leave alone, cause I know what

arranged on a ferry
Let us get married
Feed me the cake, I'll put you on top like a cherry, Meghan and Harry
Let's, run away
Kim K and Ray and J
Boo'd up be

Yo bump this, why try throw bleach in your eye
Eat a piece of your pie and take your cake too
Spread my wings and fly, evil eagle eye
Hieroglyphics

Have a baby by me baby and come and be my queen
We can have the money the fame the power anything
Girl I'm the man can pull any string you
know that I am

Hiatus

Ill Poetic

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

Two years, waits up
Still sleep, wake up
Girl gon' break up
Mind right, cake up
Friends came, friends left
Bullshit is endless
Been that, Hip

the LED's that I do let in
I am an eagle faced predator with a mean ego a lion they should call me griffin
I pull the bitches from all different angles they

on albums and I ain't gonna quit
Go and give me a challenge, throw me off of my balance
I got eagles' talons, you can go see what happens
If you was trying

em hostage
There's no bargain
Just deposit

Double by tomorrow 
If you mutter 
Then we blastin

Can you blame me
It's business
I'm just the assasin

laughed constantly
In the Bahamas we
By the sea
Polo down sharp as pirhanna teeth
Peep the quality
Uh
Greek mythology
Zeus turn into a eagle to fly with me

and nobody can take this
I just dropped an album but this is my latest
They thought I was gone see the look on they faces
That nigga that kill 'em and hit 'em

Bitch this be imported cargo
Our album gas, you was paying car notes
This is Mr. Freeze, I'm fuckin Fargo
Chef Boyardi I'm fuckin Narcos
I hit

obey the law
Or them chumps in House of Lords
I got straps, i got swords, barb wire 4 by 4s
F*** the Pigs, my g just respect this
Even after my long

when I'm suddenly getting inspired it's like when I'm printing a fax comin' in
And album mode is like syncing the data by thinking of raps mumblin'

the drains or train tracks
Trying to avoid the cops
My mate was skating in the sewers
Free as an eagle
Got held up by three pricks holding a needle
They robbed

the same
Dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out
And have a fuckin' read-along
Ain't

lying when I said I had an album on the way
I'm not like these fuck-ass rappers, yeah, they cap anyways
Niggas broke as hell and they get their clothes

meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many

an eagle flying
Through these New York City streets 
Pledge to be creative and 
Make this heat for the lonely beats
Got no time for weak minded cats who talk

Defined by delivery I was cmazon 

I am not of this world it's what I landed on 

I shoot my shot till it's empty you rappers canons gone

Mc's

the land of the eagle for far too long
I’ve been spun wrong way round
You see New York City’s one hell of a town
I came to Manhattan with a cat on my hat

Mystery like who done it.

The date that album plummets.
Like hit it from the back you will never see it coming.
Down.

You will never hear me dumbin.
While

having talks with Dad
Saw the bad coming
He brought me
I watched the water pass
Pops was tryna hault me
From having
Thoughts of a altered past

Passing by