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a house, I really doubt 

That the big bad wolf won’t find a how to blow it down 

What I mean by that

Is even if I sell some crack 

And find a way to beat

Yeah
Yeah yea yea yahh
I beat her box
Sensational
Only prob was letting go
What i smoke
Wonderful
I leveled up
Remarkable
Yeahh
ayy
I beat her box

a eater box
I had to key the lock, find a way to flee the cops
Stay out of them people and my people watch
All because this black on black crime that get

Novocaine
Then slide back to the park stop by shorties
Get a mother fuckin' box of some green games
(Aye get me a box of them games)
I used to have me a young

and your second guess 
Call it what you want 
And hang on by your thread 

Box me in and I won't fight it 
'Cause loving you is automatic 
Automatic,

Superman

DJ Bobby Black

Down and Dirty, Vol. 32

2008

the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace

Superman

Game

R.E.D. Files: The Prequel

2009

the ghost of Biggie
My mind state
Like the crime rate
I think I'm John Gotti
Hit niggaz in the head, with that all red Ferrari
Like the black Liberace

like Nick Fury
Black ops
Black lives matter like the black box
Shadow box
With black shadows movin' in the stash spot
It's all hassle
Impossible

need to wake up it's time to attack (To attack)
I can't see too well my visions going black (Going black)
Just as I predicted check the almanac

Taking

The World Is a Ghetto

Geto Boys

Rap-A-Lot Greatest Hits

2008

What we see (what we see) everyday (everyday)
Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay
(What we do) what we do (to get by) to get by
Live or die,

motherfuck everyone, my hate's surging, it's twisted
I'm charmed by the whispers, a cracked romance
I stack on raps, that black on black
Whenever fitted man I

ONE LIGHT TO BURN
Music by Kip Winger and John Roth
Lyrics by Kip Winger

Last chance to settle the score
Black ghosts you can't ignore
Now all your

Trapped in pain by hypnotic trance

The sky turns black so near

Indications above the ground

Smiling at your fear

Unknown diseases in your soul

The time is near
You are not here
Blinded eyes
Blame the skies

Lying world
Full of scorn
Will be devoured
By its void

Black horsemen of Apocalypse

have become

A boundless black oasis

Consuming swelling scorn

A helpless apparition

Refusing to make right

What's been destroyed by your hand

Im hanging on by a thread
At any moment i might cut the circulation with this rope on my neck
I feel the pressure build inside it makes it hard

I was a youngling
Runnin' on fuel of dreams
Achieve it by any means
Life's too short to not make any cream

Capone
In my past life
Locked up in

Countless
Scars from
Battles past

Carving
What's left
Of my flesh

War has
Led me
To these lands

In search of evil
Shattered and hidden steel
Black

black fly,
We handle pistols and we aim :
« Defend yourself or I will tame ! »

c couple of swift bullets knock the redneck down.
In three days I can

one to take no scorn
Got a piece of me, I lost it recently, so could you please
Return it to me, I forgot what the point is
I will take you by your word

scorn never care for my pain
But lemme tell you how I feel in this fuckin rain

Lemme tell you how I feel in this fuckin rain

(Wooowoo wowowowo
Wowo wowo

A sorcery written in blood
Whispered by a witch in the dawn
Summon the darkness pure evil and death
And gather the legions of scorn

The darkness

Trunks become throats, roots become lips, leaves become fingers
No longer do they move at the mercy of the wind
The black water strokes upon

Mr Mr Politician
You got a whole lot
Of explaining to do
Red skies, black smoke
Huddled on the beach
Trying not to choke
When will you listen
When