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to your wife bed, satin

top bottom, side to side, yeah bitches it's craccin
Edd don't know no better he damaged, bit by a vamp, nicca he vampin
waitin in

Ambien's in my travel bag
Fiji water, first class, destination France
Fascinated by my watch hypnotic trance
We on the coast jetskiing with exotic

the uh yeah/
Heart full of gold with the ice in my veins/

Candy ass rappers boy you are snicka/
Chop your ass up like I made dinna/
Cheffing up a beat

don't even love her but she swear that she my biggest fan
Rose gold, when I'm with you I just feel right
You're the only girl I want in my bed at night

you used to be
The smoke of your cigarette
It burnt I will never forget
When we put fire in the bed
Yeah we used to do it like that
Like that, yeah

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what

bed

Put a soft feather pillow down by your head

Intertwine flowers into a maiden's veil

Wake you in the morning

Now she's wailing take the gold into

carry no weight upon my back
I learn no lessons, I make no pact

I'm the killer in the bushes
I'm the monster under the bed
I'm the ghost up in the attic

Giant Swan

The Blood Brothers

Young Machetes

2006

The giant swan's got ghosts in his wings.
His guts are stuffed with polaroids, and they're all humiliating.
And when the wine's drunk and the wild

something with the lack of animation
Stay
Out my lens for I leave your life vacant
Wait
Got a .44 cocked for the penetration
Wait
Riding solo locked in

love with a ghost
A ghost
I might as well be in love with a ghost
A ghost
I might as well be in love with a ghost
Might as well be in love with a ghost

ramen noodles I was eating in a cup
Can't look back now I'm just heating up
Fuck your opinion I believe in us
Followed my heart
And I went with my gut

Stick You

Capone-N-Noreaga

The War Report

1997

Iraq
My crew bust back, we're cap peeling
Your crew dealing, in a box with no feeling
Informer type, that's what you get for squealing
It's the money

Even your eyes is my eyes 
Look in the mirror you can tell that I'm bigger then the sinners that you brought in my life 

So why cant nobody admit it

the womb
I am the ghost in the room
My home is a tomb 
The holy cocoon
Reincarnation the arrival at noon
Knowledge the wisdom 
I am the Prince of the Kingdom

hit the studio, I feel like God
Yeah we laying in my bed watching snow fall
Always get complaints about the banging through the wall
I can't blame it

Body of Work

Terrance Martin

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

heads with gold brains
Depart 84' Jags on gold chains
Developing niggas from a whole name
God is great, but it's snakes on my soul plane

Closet full

team no cardiac
Witch doctor big ass bird masks
Evil Villain wheres my laugh
DC paper count like flash
In my bed I just relax
Four one two the city actin

(Yessir!)
Jango Flexin, collaborate in sessions
These mysteries are vexing for make sure to count your blessings (Woah)
Ghost on my ass leave him in the past

reefer and flask.

In my presence you bask if you correct your mistakes
Follow a code Honor my company's never fake

Money falling like leaves
And I'm

your mind in the manner that
The Almighty God has designed the human mind to do

Tug of war, in my mind's like a clash of the titans
Thoughts

Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers

Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas'll
come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas

of rap
foreign on some rims cruising hollywood with your O.G bitch head bobbing in my lap
With my city on my brim, rolling up some lye with a caramel brown

greatness
It's not Mathematics
A mask if I had one be the day that I am robbing
Rob you of your justice, like Batman was Robbin
Innocence lost in Civilians