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The Ring
Verse 1:
Then you realize the dream had passed you by like a plane in the sky/
Five hundred miles per hour meteor showers/
Sometimes

time
Get back at the ones who took me by surprise
Man, I
Pulled the knives out my back and then I made a mirror
Looked inside and asked how, what, where,

but I'm steady in the limelight

Hustle through the day, so by the night, I got my mind right
Fell in love with the game like it was my wife
Fully

on guard in a G guard

I did not get first in class but in real life I fly first class


I’d be moving around with nines

Lean and 4s and 5s and knives

Lean

to defend fueling his rage
A hundred men is no match for one with everything to lose
He fights on, for his friends' sake

Knighthood, so prestigious in

Saint Pablo

Kanye West

The Life of Pablo

2016

just by myself, lookin' for niggas like where's Waldo
She got the same shoes as my wife but she copped 'em at Aldo
Modern day MJ with a off the wall

with the blade to veins they hung me up to drain the blood
Cunts started remark abandon him by the car park nah narks are sharp grab shovels and sheets

You don't do that type of shit when you in relationship
And you a hundred with your mate, so don't go acting like no saint
'Cause it's a two-way

come thru and kill it
Thought I was done with rap//But how can I leave my saviour
Once upon a time, I was ready to die//Then real quick I was saved by

Your Spirit will touch us
We'll let it burn
And draw us in like an artist
Looking upon his portrait
Bringing things to completion
You finish what you

porches drawing like I'm painting portraits 
Send em lillies with some roses add a wreath and orchids 
God is calling devils waiting time to burn these

Self-portrait
In case I'm six foot under before hitting my 30s
A record of some body nearly gone
Six foot under while still only a tween
'Cos of a mistake by

reported
We done been livin' the life, takin' lives with the knives

Livin' trife life it's strife, nigga, pass the 4-5
Watch me blast hole size, larger then

the Easter praise
But women were forbidden, to sing with men in church
The elders wouldn't let them, their innocent voices to raise

Three women they sang,

Just because you got it
You don't have to flaunt it
With an endless stream of famous men
Pretty as a portrait
Looked like Mamah Borthwick

Just because you got it
You don't have to flaunt it
With an endless stream of famous men
Pretty as a portrait
Looked like Mamah Borthwick

Wake up outta bed looking photoshoot fresh
Fiyah bun many men that wish death
Rock with the set make sure my niggaz fed 
Rock with the set make sure

for no baby girl, it's lacking love
Men don't dream to be fathers, but to be plugs, aye
I see colonists with guns and they wearing blue
They try

to welfare lines.
Medical attention, denied, until most die.
Flatlined, revived, comatized. 
Doctor with, heroin, to prescribe. 
Tools, bent spoons, rusty

revived, comatized. Doctor with, heroin, to prescribe. Tools, bent spoons, rusty knives. Gave me insulin, pancreas, won’t work right! Nights, peddling

by both genders alike 
While she prefered one she let the other stick knives... 
Right into her back (thighs) 
These men were so stupid could not

Stormtroopers outside every window
The night of the long knives.
Jumping the Berlin Wall from windows
One hundred feet in the sky.
A people split

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The Streets

Original Pirate Material [UK]

2002

see
You can't do half my crew laughs at your rhubarb and custard verses
You rain down curses but I'm waving, your hearse's driving by

Streets

see
You can't do half my crew laughs at your rhubarb and custard verses
You rain down curses but I'm waving, your hearse's driving by

Streets