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reached my peak without me looking through my hands
You couldn't be the man, if they put you on the stand
You'd snitch in 16 minutes with the footage from

8:46 i look thru the list 
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in

by these devils

With my flock of rebels
Trying to move mountains
Pebble by pebble
Moving the levels
Tryin to get the medals
Not the one to settle
When

Told them little boys I was coming I ain't cappin
AMG too fast I'm never stuck in traffic
On go 24 7 call it automatic
My man called me bro we got em

in my hands 
She skim my universe so I enlighten her skin 
Baby you gotta dig deep if I'ma dive deeper 
We like a synchronized creature 
Olympians from

Galilee

My mama taught me how to pray before I reached the age of seven
She said, "There'll come a time when there'll probably be room in Heaven"
But I'm

a command
Got worse and worse with each passing year, I start seeing my future unclear
I got fed up by school for 7 long years and shed many tears
At the end

caught wisdom
One of the few that learn from the autumn beers in prison

Listen bitches, my lyrics, jigger level, spiritually inclined
Like Nasir, even

Lucidly dreaming of you next to me
But I wake up you not in my bed again
Stand on my money I'm 7'10
She on her knees for me like I'm the reverend
She said

Cold Highway

Elton John

Rare Masters

1992

Oh your black icy snare once cut down my friend
In the deepest dark winter when the world seemed to end

Every new version of the way of life

Yeah uh
Move by The Spirit, the real Ghost Rider
Everyday fanning the fire
Everyday wake up new blessing acquired
Dressing in heaven attire
Getting

(All Along the) Watchtower

Devlin

Watchtower

2012

(were approaching)
And the wind begins to howl (ah-ah)

Take away the treasure of a man
Convinced that he holds heaven in his hands
Even though I

Lintballz

Ol' Dirty Bastard

The Trials and Tribulations of Russell Jones

2002

and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup
I got my own version of roots
Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and polishin' my Brooklyn Zoo boots
The new news is

They said I wasn’t worthy 42 on my Jersey, play like my coach Birdie either win or you murder, you murder or murdered, fights always go further,so we

Spending time with you
Twenty four/seven
In my bed room
You really came from heaven
Made for each other
Best for one another
No one comes close

platform
This is my game, and in it your all pawns
So let's tally the pros and cons
From back alley, needle tracks in your arms
To Death Valley, transformed

(boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hand in hand crack commerce
Check out my arm work, my wrist work, Arm & Hammer the mixture
Lord (Lord, boom, boom, boom,

my left hand on the Bible, raise my right one up
And repeat after me
I'm about to swear to you
That this song is what's up
And I'll do it to these

I seen my demise
Through the pain in my eyes
No it ain't no surprise
View the grade in my rise
They tell me give it up
But I know the prize
Can't

em up
Smoking down the stemmed pain
Coping, down and drown in champagne
To Allah
Known by beautiful names
One more for those who those who shielded my

a G baby nice and slow
But I gotta move on so I'm walking by
Get a scotch in my hand no ice tonight
Welcome to a party in the G town city
Where

currently smoking
We hitting this shift till the morning
42 ounces is still in my liver
She praying I make it right back home
Had to step back on my toes
Look

The Dark Side: Hope for a Higher Power

Tech N9ne

Killer

2008

but hurt for 'em
Cuz really nobody knows when you live then you die where your body goes
If it's Hell or it's Heaven
Six or the seven well I'll keep

a nuisance, turned into a loose end, watch it all, like, end right before your friends
Only time could tell, you in heaven or in hell, can you tell just by