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coming for me Imma see how far his bones would bent
Operation global domination
Niggas trying to fuck with young Thelonious should probably have they

ourselves in evil, what is left?
Tell me
I really dying to know
Uh

Another day in this hell disguised, Satan replied, a societal vice, Jesus Christ took his

Vibe with me right now like
Vibe with me right
Now like like vibe with me, vibe with me
Ride with me

And to my big sister nique
Who more like my mother

to the ER, feeling suspicious
But she still a witness
Mama give me hugs and kisses, baby turned into a grown man
With his own plan
Tryna reach the homeland

drinking liquor forced with no place to stay 
My broski Jono was taken he tryna cope
Man I miss my niggas man I miss my niggas
In my city they be killing so

like where yo feelings at?
I been chilln' by myself somewhere where the killing's at
I been sad by myself somewhere where the addys at
I can't lie i'm

in the hood with niggas killing for pills
Killing all these little children, put my fam in the hills
I need it, they killed, dom, man that shit had me

Fucking bro to this song his ass cheeks jiggle when they meet
Yo ass probably like yo girl to jerk you off with her fucking feet
Sucking cock to cock like

fighting and killing and songs
And no wonder his head had gone wrong

Oh bring me a rose with petals of iron
Beaten and bent by the blacksmith’s fire
Love

Getting this bag by tomorrow
And I'm not by myself
Ain't ever asking for help
I'm just focused on my self, and the people around me
I want them niggas

I might hit a bitch
Police killing niggas that are innocent
I'm in the house, getting lit as shit
Pop another perc, got me feeling rich
I'm so fucking

I Hop up outta that kutt with that burna and you get Glixked on
I talk that shit I done really lived This aint no diss song
They called me cant get

I Hop up outta that kutt with that burna and you get Glixked on
I talk that shit I done really lived This ain't no diss song
They called me cant get

saved by the system or die in these streets is something we had to grasp 

Living in the CPT it’s rough but these streets are for me I’m about D I E from

been waiting to hop on this whole time
This writer's block is killing me
We all wrote a lot for tape one, admittedly
But never gonna stop with this

with holes, get hit with this sh*t ain't no saving his soul
They tell me Khy "You gotta stay by the stove & cook up some shit that can open these doors"

that I'm drinking might put me in danger
I'm really a ranger
I'm silly with anger
I'm killing a stranger
I went to college insanity major
Serenade

a not a hustler"
I rapped for six years but still anonymous
No bling, dollar less and a bad economist
Life's Lauryn Hill, it's killing me softly
I got no

in the basement
You always say you made me (Huh?)
You always say I'm lazy (No)
But I'm here, on my grind
While you're just killing babies
And how can

be trollin', still won't never talk bout bitches, I think he just told me that his glass had came with switches, I been out like two, ain't got no

People Like Me

K'NAAN

Troubadour [Clean]

2009

swear to God if she's cheatin' I'm doin' her ass in
I can tell with one look and it came to me
Sounding something like a song hook, sayin'

Heaven, is

from the gym,  
Sees the lights flashing starin' back at him 
His neighbors come out, one by one,  
Whistlin' freedom, let go our son 
The cuffs are

Roses in the Snow

David Pajo

Whatever, Mortal

It was brighter than the other nights
The snow was filled with moonlight
There was not a sound in the canyon
So I sang softly o my old song

with them boys, I'm really on bang shit
Never heard me in there songs, cause I really be killing
Stand over that nigga, stand over that nigga

Then go