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in my sleeve
I said what you mean boy, you a goddamn P.I.M.P
And honey the story ain't over yet
Cause I found myself a real good gentleman
A P.I.M.P
Oh

probably think a nigga out here surfing, I stayed on top
I used to think the pain would fade away the more days go by

She really think that all women fake

timo
Nice wine n sunshine I'm livo motion picture I'm tryna write bibles
I'm all about making my giro so I tell blue stories I ain't talking about shyro

Sometimes 
By: Elae Weekes ft. Michael Fiya

Verse 1 (Elae Weekes)
Sometimes I'm good
Others I feel misunderstood
Feeling strange within my own hood

Is it too much for me to ask, to look like Brian Jones?
To have the story of my life be told by Dee Dee Ramone?
‘Cause Sheffield pawn shops won't buy

Mark was quite a quiet boy, cause dad only spoke with his fists. 
Humiliation as a rule of education. 
Cause he loves neither mummy, nor his morgue

bracelet
Story goin' go "it all started with Raven"

"Day that we linked with Lucretius, we felt it"
"That boy was guided and sent here to help us"
Long may

Emptiness - c slow, atmospheric song which expresses a fairly universal feeling of love which is not returned.  The young man telling the story is

of them drink and whine
None of them waste my time (Yuh)
Aye boy what you doin' over there
Don't even try and scare me
'Cause Imma catch a felony
Trying

though
Even love, some of those very flaws
Yeah
Mary Magdelene
Oh when in heaven, will I have to
Watch her
Buried below

Here we go again
On a mission

Took it n the mall need it close even when I shop
Its TAB dat boy cold as a popsicle
Its chess not checkers so I move like Bobby fisher
Came up no father

a lot

Ion got shit figured out
But promise we gon make it there
Ain't cut like the others we stand out my story in my hair
Smokin so much tree feel like

Of the boy who came

Born poor and lowly a child so small
To young virgin mother in animal stall
The power of heaven presented to us
By angel chorus

Trees

j'amortis
Stack up les bricks comme le mortier
Welcome dans le Hiphop house j'suis comme un portier
In love avec le Hip Hop sound depuis les DJs
Le Graff pis

This is an age old story 
Old man once a boy 
First touch of a woman 
leave a poor kid broken 
raw sugar so sweet
rocking out to the same beat 
it

We could dance all night
But you know we're wanting more
Take a little moment 
To look into her eyes
Maybe fall in love
On a moonlight drive
Hey pretty

We could dance all night
But you know we're wanting more
Take a little moment 
To look into her eyes
Maybe fall in love
On a moonlight drive
Hey pretty

Is it too much for me to ask, to look like Brian Jones?
To have the story of my life be told by Dee Dee Ramone?
Cause Sheffield pawn shops won't buy

I'm riding in a Honda and I'm feeling pretty
Talking bad, shoot you up like your name was 50
Flying high, soaring through the air like a frisbee
I

Spoken Word

Bomfunk MC's

In Stereo

2000

Da poetry
By now you should know it's me
The brother of word
Giving thanks and praises
To so many names and faces
In different places
From '84 to '99

And you knew all the stories, but this sweet boy would never do you harm 

You remember very clearly the blood with which you signed

Because the night gave

be alright
Standing in your garden
I will stay forgotten
I'll see you in the rocks
Baby it's time to rock 

He left me by surprise 
My driver

wrestling
He was only young but he thought it was the best thing
He used to love the Undertaker and Irwin R. Shyster
But he was only small, he didn't look

Nothings carved in stone,
No matter how I try,
Something for your head,
Remember all I told you,
Nothings carved in stone,
Well I lied,

What's the story