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winged bird
And I want to fly past the racist and frown
When they see brown faces
Smile at them, cause hate can't drive out hatred

Love is the weapon that

I'm exposing

The ink of my pen is my blood, now you laugh
Every word is a weapon so feel
The wrath of my paragraph!
A mental bond beyond when de song

Inside Boy (Yep)

3OH!3

Night Sports

2016

, yeah)

Coming off as kind of weirdo
She said that she liked my beard though
Imma get her to speak in binary
By the end of the night
Barring a fight

Is it too sweet?
To taste the nectar of my heart
Each week
And see the parts of me
That make me weep
You've held my weight
I can only hope that you

The most violent of the violentest
Crimes we give life to
If these Queensbridge kids don't like you
We bring drama of the worst kind of enemies
Your

The Debbie downer in the corner, probably needing a coroner, was her family that much fuel for his boredom? 
“what the fuck is your problem?” she screamed out

you
Don't get me wrong writing on the wall had I knew
Easy to see baby once you change your point of view
What is love? Love can't be defined by words

Replacing your heart with mechanical parts
Should not result in replacing your emotions
They opened you up and emptied you out
Of every kind of love

the booth
Art of rap,  got me mappin' out
Niggas doin' circles, takin' turns like a roundabout

Tryna make it equal, started this without a starter pack
Only

is on ya shoulders girl
I won't let you fall, I'll carry that weight and hold you up
Problems come in fast & try to slow you up, it's gon' get rough

hittin' the curb
By being arrogant, I'm being absurd
Without enlightenment, my vision is blurred
I wanna be new, that'll mean a rebirth
I wanna be new,

all, success for you is not at all probable
When I take you to the lake to find out if your water-soluble
I'm sick of bitches typing like their

to run this race and tell them that he run it
Secular humanists can't take me from Christ I'm lovin
Brought out the grave he caused ya boy to behave

flesh and smell like human fecal pies
Everybody shit's themselves after they die
(That's right)
Is a torture that's death by design
My consists of duct

talking
Typing your heart out
Where it’ll fall apart
Don’t blame us
In your worst kind of art
Fuck me in the ass
It’s not like there’s anywhere we’re going

Quick to Back Down

Nas

Bravehearted

2003

John down south
My religion is green motherfucker too late
Since birth, I'm cursed, the worst motherfucka in da state
Time and time again you niggas

Yeah, I know it's hard, but hold your head
You been through worst, you thoroughbred
You got homies doing life, and some dead
You gotta live for

My intuition had said I was
Suited for family ties
My mama is stressin', my daddy tired
I need me a weapon, these niggas ride
Every minute, hour,

Poe Mans Dream (His Vice)

GLC

Section.80

2011

what I'm talkin' about?
Church is definitely on the move and we gonna
Continue to hustle and grow and develop by
Fire, as I rotate with my true player

of hearts die for my cause (yeah yeah)
Not tryin' to live out the OZ
Reality needs to just pause
Really we need a new star because

We ready we ready we ready

Someday I fell in love, not with the boy
Oh, he looks like a god, like a toy
Attracted by appearance, lost like I'm high
So my heart is flying
Don't

lemonade

Uhn
Why is there many stones
In this glass house?
Hmmm
Good question
Got the boy stressed out
I'm feeling locked up
Boxed up, it's all wrong
But

kind guessed but you know
Alright
I could tell by the way that you look at me
Every time we go out you just wanna go home
Why would you get my name in

see the worst in me, I need the best of you

And these are careless hearts
We're two of a kind, stumbling in the dark, trying to reach the light
And if