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Blu

Good To Be Home

2017

88 carats on my gold face, shining like the golden state
Ridin all day & shit, banging for my whole race
All black, no blanks
Spacings on my ball

niggas by painting lyric pictures
The ring you gon kiss it
The holy ones did this I handle they business
Young buck nigga can't say that I ain't sinnin'

and enemy
You see, my grand dad invented tying lasses
To train tracks
Cackling, twisting his mustache
And my dad, his spawn
Who carried it on in the sixties

I Can Drive

Shakespear's Sister

Best Of

2005

Hey boys, it's a steal
You're hanging on, by your finger nails
As usual, the king is dead
Long live the queens
Hey girls, no big deal
You're

No Home (Steady!)

Downset

Check Your People [Bonus Track]

2000

the shit you want but you know I got you listenin', gifted in mic rippin', unlimited linguistic fitness, district by district groove, move units but you

The Trinity

Sunz of Man

Saviorz Day

2002

stay burnin'
We don't give a fuck about this shit (SunZini yeah)
(Black Satin/60 Sec Assassin)
(Feel the game)
(Bitch yo Knight 'bout to do it)

PJ there won't be a delay
I buss the white gold Presi' and got the same one in plain, prick
Got a plain rose Presi' and got the same one with rain in

Since birth I've been the worst
Commit sins in the church
At night I stalk the Earth by
Day I sleep in a hearse
Cash fill like Noah's Ark
And you be

RIP...
To a legend...
My hero...

You showed me growth came with work 
Proved to me that you can find gold in the dirt 
You were from the suburbs but

the sentence
30 years behind bars off beans & spinach
From the block thru the desert storm prison form
60 mate living in dorms survival with arms
We made it thru

This is patricia’s song, i just wanted to say that…
She says she doesn’t wanna see one more sunset past 60
I laugh as if she actually wants to die

moves
Wrote this shit on the way to go make a slap
Two grizzies for a buck-sixty flat
But the shit I spat circulate the map
Generatin' racks
While you

rudimentary
Rhymes rudimentary and to earth like re-entry
Elementary, my dearest Watson
Rhymes by the plenty a boy in his twenties
Attitude like I'm sixteen

Black Sabbath, grey skies and white noise
Purple kush, green flags
Raps sick as typhoid
Coat of chrome poems stone columns in Rome
Shroom gold

look
Smith and Wess' on me, it's a showdown
Brought your boy static, roll hound
And it's only one Shyne in this part of town
Do you dig that like a gold

Triple 3's, my heart will never freeze
All these moments to seize
While I'm sailing the seas
Gone in 60 seconds
Like I am the breeze, blowing trees

I

in the city still high
Everybody from the area together so we ride
2170, all the boys let it go
'Cause we live by the code

Yeah, I grew up, I'm

Chrysalis

The Underachievers

The Cellar Door: Terminus Ut Exordium

2014

niggas by painting lyric pictures
The ring you gon kiss it
The holy ones did this I handle they business
Young buck nigga can't say that I ain't sinnin'

Midnight - Six sixty six
Torment - Bestial sex
Mother is Screaming in pain
Father - Rules hell's domain

I don’t want to be born i don't want it

Go and drop his bitch
Since I know them boys listenin'
Let me pop my shit 'Cause I'm gettin' off
And that rose gold brick cost a brick of dog
If I go

Yup, I'm vibing with you
Go ahead and make your home movie
Girl I'm riding with you
'My Type of Party' still
Bumping in the 60's
Me and Archie Davis

above the building tops.

I couldn't be the only set of eyes on them, but it often seems that way.

Lately, I'm feeling mocked by their purpose. I keep

oft disturbed
See these rhymes like a taxi, my way off the curb
National scenes blurred, my stray words should serve
Run no pedal tracks free like gold

It's Like

Fredo

Third Avenue

ain't no bird, that's just some pigeon time
I used to try and get hella fresh before visit time
I'm swimming by, bracelet and watch cost me sixty