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so I need me like four Teslas
My niggas crackin' shells early in the morning like it's breakfast
Told my bitch don't talk when I'm countin' money, no

Bpm 24/7
On psychadelics but they aint do nothing
I level up with every verse
Higher, round heaven I see black rose
In the white, greyish background

going, i’m going

I’m going deep
I’m going deep
I’m going deep
I’m going, i’m going, i’m going deep

It feels so right
Day by day
And night after night

of God an angel
Wanna have you by my side but heaven knows I couldn't tame you
Searching for my forever and more
I was born with high Endeavors galore
Ties

you never known?
That Chukwu is the creator,
Igwe is the heavens
And you can’t find Chi by reading tea leaves
Who’s history do you embrace?
Home is not

my life when i needed she heaven sent
Shes a small town girl
So I showed her the city
Rode her first subway looking nervous and pretty
I was excited

transform
And pray to be swiftly reborn
Children stare at me with wide open mouths
And call after me as I pass them by
Silently I make my way to the mountain

the omnipotent
never promotin tooth decay by way of teeth nashin'
mics i'm clashin like the classic flights of Ben Franklin's kites
lightnings bolts of light

Hola Frank

Sumo

Obras Cumbres

2005

tell you God there in the heaven
And he looks after you
And that's what they say
Well I'm telling you from
The southern United States of America

the Hohohobow

THEN the morning after. A time and a time and a time and a time; all shall be
well or not. As the bluegreenbrown world is drenched with horsegore,

Fucked her left her wide open
Why would I do that?
This not no cool act
Left by where the goons
Now I'm chilling with a view at
Some LA night club

good fruit are cut
Down and thrown into the fire.

Though his words are demanding 
People still come to listen
They've come here by the hundreds from

they would smell me up
In Wells after delivering fish
Everyday same jam, Kyle, Jim and Dan
Years 'til we're finished
Fixated on that minute hand
Never

enslaved by grief, trying to sing a song in a foreign land
Donnie McClurkin's course of stand, but you choked up and your voice is thin
After you boo-hoo,

Driving a soft window
Down a coastal road
Like a windless morning in the heavens, half-awake half sleep
with death's architecture and Madalyn

challah
Morning after sex breakfast livin proper
Blastin Ella Mai while she chillin in her faja
Saved in my phone as La Agua (wet)
She wanna kick it in, so

EXPECTING NO CLOUDS BY THE END OF THE WEEK
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?
SO WE LACK OF NEW STORIES...

DO WE HAVE TIME? 
DO WE HAVE TIME?
ANYWAY ...

DAY AFTER DAY

Remembering all the days you had my palms mimicking the gates of heaven before my heart repeating after you 
if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul

on the morning after, amidst the blessing of silence
I heard the policeman say it was a miracle I was alive

Well this I can't say, cause I don't know, though I'm

children
And we all got plans to keep
This world is just full of suffering
Hey, babe, won't you suffer with me

I love waking up in the morning
To find out

Building his recording studio, 100 each week
Trying to work every morning so 100 he could bring
Just to build up his work, and nobody wants to see
It's

Under the Sword

Falconer

The Sceptre of Deception

2003

thief.
And meanwhile the brothers three
Feasted into the night
And toasted time after time
Until the morning light.

He was sentenced to death by

Hello Frank

Sumo

After Chabón

1987

you God there in the heaven
And he looks after you
And that's what they say
Well I'm telling you from
He southern United States of America
The God