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in my mind
But you're dead in my mind

Call this shit vaminos
Imma eat the beat for breakfast
Call that shit dominos
Imma beat my meat
Then cook it up

had sharpened to get your head impaled in it
Like a sword that was brought by the thought of Yog Sothoth
With these prophetic words that are combustible

out and clip him down
Chew it up, spit it out, taste good, oregano
I'm raking in green and I grew it from the ground
Money and weed, we exchanging by

Tired of the game that’s running

Many minds are on the cusp

Of raging out and calling bluff

 

Smoke and mirrors

Play with fear

Strung up on a line

When Everything Is New

Little Brother

Get Back

2007

[Intro: Phonte (Big Pooh)]
Yo... (Hah!)
Waddup y'all? It's Phonte, I got my man Big Pooh up here with me
(Yeah!) It's about 6'o clock in the Chopp

strategy
Reluctant to recycle the tactics of yesterday
As if the enemy is not prepared, protected, and more concerned with today
Far from frightened by our

own
Straight sprint when I touch the ground
They said my bars could burn a town
Think its time I tune it down no way
Yeah put your hands up if you heard

(Falling to the ground)
Down, to the ground 
Painted red sky absorbs me whole (Filling up my soul)
Know, I’m gonna be here now 

For the rest of my days

Hip Pop

Shabazz the Disciple

Book of Shabazz (Hidden Scrollz)

2003

Take off ya clothes to go gold, sell ya soul to live lavish

[Verse One]
It seems every man want to be a pop star
It's obvious to me that you forgot who

get up now
People get up now

Sisters and brothers hear me when I say
Killing each other ain't the way
Follow your own destiny
Listen to your soul

the ground
I'm comin' in now, better look around
There ain't no one found, it's only me and you now
Pullin' up a round on you like
Ah fuck, hold up, wait

right now
So right now we gotta get on the first song
First up we got is Struggle Is Real
By my homie, Lil Soul Flame
Produced by Elhi
Mixed by DB Pooh
So

flows by
Wings spread slow
I touch her soul
By the thigh
Then watch the inner
Pleasure glow
Somethings in the air
Cause I'm high
Raindrops fall
And share

playin'
Ten thousand violins
Souls floating away like feathers in the wind

They said my last album I sounded bitter
No, I sound like a spitter
Who

vinyl albums by the crate now that's great
it was a bit late for a clean slate
filled up the chalkboard it was time to erase, uh oh
sometimes the biggest

and "T" and I
Would always make home movies
Be goofy play Yugi
Then get hit by the sun
We're all grown up now
"T" is bored and "J" got married
Me I founded

A BIG ASS MOTH
HOW'D IT GET IN???

Killed the moth, I put him in the ground
Fetch me their souls hellhound
I like my ghosts plump and round (BOO)
My penis

To Believe that I should Razor Where My Wrist Is - 
My imagination is So Fucking Vivid… 
I just Grow Ugly Visions in my Dome EVery Minute
So I Choke Up Mid

to go, don't you know

Balanced mind to shine in a divine line of light by sight to see we being scouts, in a collective route

So I peer critical, not

A vivid mind, void of prattle
The collective, left unmeddled
Mannequins with human faces
Their very thought has left my conscious
I've lived alone in

Your new American opiate for the masses
Take control from the soul
And it leaves you blind and down in the hole
Can't taste only fear your mind will

of mother nature
 Your creation
Scape goating , gaslighting , sugar coating, seems the norm

Propaganda 
Slander 
Driving  a storm
Unkindness ,
Collective

The Bounce

Jay-Z

Excuse Me Miss

2003

'em
Everybody looping up soul
It's like you trying to make "The Blueprint 2" before Hov'
Shout out to Just Bleezy and, Kan-yeezy
See how we adjusted

it real I had so many chances to get
To get me a deal but I pass up the lay ups
I can't be sellin my soul out to nobody
Sooner than later I'll prolly