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the promise land
Momma's still my idle miss the times we drove in the minivan
I'm a left lane brain
Who left memory lane
Feeling blessed by the times that

yo brains
I just wanna know yo name
Kick my game
Keep it 100
Real nigga blood runnin thru my veins

I been watching you like television living 4K high

can't explain the paranoia inside my brain
My plan is to make it my shit is never taken
Skin flesh matches bacon from dirt ive committed 
God got me

strippers, depressed, Down and out's
Never let anyone tell you
Your purpose ain't nothing
Never let them take away your joy
Once you unlock that brain

Or the boy's either, it'll all be a haze
The only reminder will be bits of brain lodged in her golden hair
And the marks from chains on her exposed skin
She

pretend
To go uptown and be anything fancy

Unh-unh outlawed by birth
And I'm an outlaw every day until
They put me in the dirt my skin is my sin
Every day

winner
Every time my brother talks about them foreign women
Every time I wrap my skin in pricy foreign linen
Its crazy how one spliff turns into seven
I

ren tricked her brain
Walked away from her it was 7am
Took the lil sack she had she thinks the jokes on them
Closed the door only cause this bitch was

of my mind and start of something's fate
Many men have tried and many more will fade
Then I stuck his skin with thorns and wore 'em above my brain
My

Glide around to the back door
Eyes sulk and drift into the skull
Seven line toeing the platform
No mulligan when you dealt the cards
Colored by

Broken and frozen, your chicky was chokin' I'll Peel back your skin to bring out your poison
I roll with my boys to the club when I'm broke And I ask

the brain, seven eight or nine times every day
So I could salivate the truth in their face, but the sedated don't feel or relate

Composure, and quietly fight

Home of the Brave

Slimm Calhoun

Monster

2003

tossed
and often light green kiss my ass to coffin
Cut the bull in Harlem on sloughths(?) and
cut the bull then I'm seven duece Impala whore dance

Killa Cap Pilla

Mr. Doctor

Setripn' Bloccstyle

not like all over me
But I'm feelin tired
So I passed the strap to Ant
Tight just 'cause I'm shot up in my gut
Got this crampin and shit
Zo like "come

better place for the second coming
Not to mention I’m a JunKi life path number seven I’m so lucky
Do the math did you ever think you had a chance to be

The feeling of ride or die
Ceiling not determined by racial lies, skin divides
My red blood cells scatter as the white come to fight
I confide, an apple

the heavens... you're a ten out of ten out of
Nine, you don't mind that I'm a seven... the second I'm closing my
Eyes, I can tell you're my greatest obsession

Everyday you’d see me yearning
But you’d keep it all due roaming
Cause for every single second that fared you knew I’d be to it
In the sake of seven months
I

I'll be in the shadows or the spotlight
Sleeping on me yo that that's not right
Getting under your skin like a bug bite
I'm like brand new upholstery

In the club
I am here to play
In demand, Can't look away
Hot girls with no degrees
Showing skin
Got fake ID's
Eye me up is all they do
Don't think

skin
I have awakened the memories in
My DNA so I am never again
Gone be a slave
I'm ready to win
And be the way
For every kid
That be in pain, whether 7

heaven
My debut is every song the yo is my second home
An ain't gone be no flip flopping we not fish in sand
My shortie got clear skin, but always

Won't be manipulated by worldy standards
But it's like the truth's illicit
Some of y'all are characters playing roles, just to make some digits
If you

paranoid and
The windows tinted
I own everything around me
You can't say it's rented
Not talking phone numbers when
I'm talking 7 digit's
Earn it by the day,