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don't really care f**k your feelings too
I was getting bullied by a fat, fat had a rap beef with this wack, wack
Now the internet made it so easy to show

could turn into enemies 
Only brodies by V
On some family tree shit 
Plant the seed
See it sprouting 
Thought I would'nt be shit 
To the top
From

I'm in every house like a Foreman
At an early age I could tell that I wasn't normal
Attracted to them girls in prom dresses at a formal
Older women I

Just get on with your shit, there's no time to waste

Years go by and I gave up the dream
Isn't it funny how life seems to drown your screams
Then I had

dawning on me
World problems and mourning
Last year was revealing these crises so deep
It's a whole lotta pieces
And their minds are controlled by the media

of flatulence expelled 
By white collar secretaries who are too clever to shit lead
Nothing is too sacred to fuck on this planet, even the dried up umbilical

seen by the shepherd, or do you wish to be a sheep
Cause there's two lines in this black and white life
You can't seem to differentiate the beat

The fog rolls across the dock
In the early morning light
And there stands a ghostly figure of
A woman all in white
The woman is my lover and she

mainstream is good right?
I grind until I collapse
Told I can't rap cause I'm white
You continue to hate
Yeah I see you Scrolling
It'll be different when I

my early years
The denim dreams got me

EJSTOCKLEY 14:38 24-12-2019

Well she seemed all right by dawn's early light
Though she looked a little worried and weak
She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again
But Daddy'd

Well, she seemed alright by dawn's early light
Though she looked a little worried and weak
She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again
But Daddy

constantly told
An all-white jury, white judge, black robe
Eighteen years without touching a soul
I went for this, went through this
Sat by silently as they

Real Huster could trick the scale
Wake up early to check the mail
Stay down, build my clientele
Cooking dope in the kitchen, I'm fly as hell
If she

"Thanks Joseph, awesome music, uh, that was a good idea"/spoken by Dr McPherson in early april 2020)


(Verse: From "Cuse freestyle"/written late april

I was out for a walk on the eve that we met
With awestruck hands on the balustrade
I saw a bairn on the fringe of the moorland
Swaddled in white

Thank God, you showed me your true colors

Had me by your side, know im nothing like the others,
Thank God, you showed me you true colors

True colors, No

thinks enough

“No signs in case of solitude” to the former Healer screamed
Sixteen years old Karl Rossmann - the man who disappeared
Jim Casy the preacher

What's Real

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Chief Boot Knocka

1994

yeah
So if I'm pimpin, then who's my hoeys
In D.C. livin in a big white house bro
Changes his name every four years
Mr. Carter caught me slippin, but

getting arrested or any encounter with like the police and shit 
Was when I was twelve years old so that mean
They branded us early on for this shit

and greyish howl.

Ebony black the earth went into the night
Re-awoken, covered now in silver white
Softly veiled by sparking moisture
Out of the wolwes '

of a hundred research sites:
c mother and a cub in the early evening light, They walked right by,
Seemingly healthy, heading north
We scrambled a drone, jumped

or get thirsty
Got me these worms by waking up early

Still here? Ain't bored to death
Yet? Halfway through and
You ain't bored to death yet i wonder
How

Drug money
And the crime that's related to it by association
Drug money
And the crime that's related to it by association
Take a twenty pass it down