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'em to they face and watch the sweat start to roll
Call me Steve Austin, a nigga stone cold

Bad bitch throw it back like it's Thursday
She make a nigga

(baow)
These niggas swear that they know me (know me)
But they don't know half the shit I done
I'm tired of shit and I swear that I'm done
Gon' hang by

no equal, so
I have no fear
And the rupture, it beckons
This garden of the gods
And the rupture, it beckons
How darkness calls!
Bleak architecture

the field
Too-Tall's in the playground, gets no kicks from cousin Fred
Brother makes a scheme to take her down
The cubs gather brick and stone to throw

the check and
Baby girl still counting
Stupid fruity loud pack
We blowing by the ounces
I'm so high, I could see Stone Mountain

Stupid fruity loud pack

Me and my pen
Will always rock together
Digging up bones
Sober or stone
Taking the words by storm
Me and my pen
Making marks that live forever
No

a cold start
I can't get this hoe no more, that hoe is bad, she gotta go

Pass that hoe up to my bro, go two for two like Candy Stone
Two for two like twin

a confessional, the dark I bring to that light
Know, I went from feeling invisible, to growing wings, I'm invincible
You throw your sticks and stones at me, I'm

we love
Throw
(Throw)
I ain't no Thanos
I ain't big purple
But you know
I got the infinity stones
On my pedicured fingers
Bitch!
(Bitch)
I ain't tryna

So you say you a gangsta, right?
Are you really a rider, yeah?
You don't take shit from no one, no
And got your mind on your muthafuckin' dough,

Let me get straight to the point, the only reason that I'm here
People said I wasn't shit, now I'm everything they fear
Stone faced, cold hearted, you

faults
Can't have no heart in this, on my Steve Austin shit
Stone cold, give you a side that they don't show
You crash dummies, all they see is fast money

the start, Makimura at the finish line

Hypnos, where did all your tricks go?
Mixed focus, reality is but a stone's throw
This though
Get it through to your

TOUCHED BY THE HAND OF OFRA HAZA [8:08]

With the fire from the fireworks up above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain at hand
You run

Should the Rain Fall

Morten Harket

Letter from Egypt

2008

goodbye to that little thing

Well, it takes no colour by the winter snow
Takes no light where the sunshine flows
Takes no damage by the stones I throw

It's a mistake
Girl throw that shit in my face
Really been feeling complacent
Living a dying adjacent
Coo
I'm gonna bail but soon
Been on my mind

Huh?
He without sin won't you cast the first stone
I'm just a man trying to stand on my own
Gotta keep the heat in a world so cold
Might judge a book by

Molded, measured, and left alone
Rip out your anger, replace it with languor
Then levied, emptied, and turned to stone
Rip out your passion, replace it with

and watch this happening

This house that we built, you take it down stone by stone 
And I stand still, right now I’m all alone
And every night I sit and cry

it to get it so get back in line
Two by Two no One plus One
Get on the ark before your seat is gone
Too many animals
Roll with a couple Pitbulls

hiding i'm invincible
Provided no David can stop Goliath
When the boulders get to flying
Your stones are hardly defiant
Blood and bones my bread and butter

to stain (grraow)
Told a bad bitch, "Don't speak" (woo)
Left a waterfall on the sheets (hey)
Paintings on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by

come back down
By Tuesday how you feeling now
I cant understand but yeah I love the sound
Cruising with the window down
If I throw it up its gotta come

Mad cuz a too cocky
Never let the fake ish stop me
Day ones standing right by me
Punchlines punching like Rocky
Gut check, Buss down
Had to throw it