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Des'late as an empty yard
There's something yet he must discard
But he holds tight with failing might
Tossed about by ghosts in the wind
    
Orange

Off the trees be growing
We so blind not knowing
This is a strange place
Interact in strange ways
Every day is mayday
Sun beaming, May-rays
Families

Connects us and heel surely protect us


Better know that marriage is the end goal

No play play got my head spun Beyblade


When you go through trials it’s

Maybe you flew but it wasn't private yet
I'm a have a private jet, you'll see
Oh, by the time, end of it, my life
Full send, I'm a send it
Almost got

They parade me around in chains
The ritual to sentence years when we've only got days

One can only laugh when the affairs are so absurd
Nothing can

No Competition

Eric B. & Rakim

Follow the Leader

1988

dictionary's necessary to use 

Big words do nothing but confuse and lose 

From the first step, a concept was kept 

To the end of the rhyme, it get more

I'm not fine
Servant or a slave understand there's a thin line
They been tryna rain on my parade but I'm outside

Where I do I begin
Everyday I battle

and flipped them quick 
And Reupped on the next pack then 
Sold it all in 90 minutes thumbing through the back end
Run this like GTA 
I got by myself
I'm too

Seen 
I was seen without a love life 
I was weaned 
Weaned right off the thought of a wife 
Love moves outta the way 
For a carnal end, I say 
Let's

Me nd mekka back to back again
Dropping all these bodies got no friends
Killin all you off like this the end
If i said i liked you i pretend
Aint no

I'll give a nigga they props, but in the end I'm still conceited
I'm the hardest out and that's just how a nigga see it
Shit, Stevie even see it
Ray

Sat on the floor and I'm crying
So sick and tired of fighting
Do my best but my mind is divided
Trying hard to convey this thought to you

Mayday

like it's mayday
We make the scene like it got hit by tornadoes
All these niggas always throwing shade tho
When we call them out, they got nothing to say

the beach while my mind stays racing
Instead I'm stuck in my room just pacing
When I try to calm down by myself I'm shaking
Stare into the distance empty

it's screaming out MAYDAY
Caught by a lyrical serial killer up in his heyday
And all of this beef, to jump on my song
Then you chop up my bars talking

on insta fo'
Throw a new one in rotation oh
You a joke 
I be soaked 
I get dough 
Where yo ends 
You don't spend 
You not in the conversation 

I've been by

then you know it was a suicide
Homicide, he died generically in a drive by
Swift running, I'm blicking inside my black shoes
Move cunning, you never will

of party land

Mayday
Can I phone a friend?
Lady overboard
I’m in the deep end
Oh boy
Now I’m down on one knee look at me
We’ve just met
But I know by

back
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
Street life, to the suite life
Spotlight, got em playing dirty games
Just to get fly, niggas mayday
Shits sad, find

Pacific Standard Time

No Use for a Name

The Feel Good Record of the Year

always a beginning on your end

Somebody get me off this lonely sad parade
The differences a hundred miles but a couple months away
I'm saying hello just

The world's war 1884
History

History is written by the winners, true
Sometimes though heroes are of another hue
Another religion, another point

But that's the repercussion like when
Your cousin is cussing a
Blood and your by yourself
At the Compton parade
Good kid, mad city, life or death
Is you

I Get So Excited

Ian Hunter

The Ballad of I.H. & Mott the Hoople

1979

I hear a thousand drums a million miles away
I feel the Wembley rock I get a buzz off a big parade
I get the music
Everywhere
Get off

Is it the end for America
I wish I could say I’m proud of this country  but in light of all the corruption that occurred in the previous