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death
What I see when you stand by
Your complicit you let us die
No excuses, no empty words
We can’t stand up, it’s your turn
If you love us, you’re up

and they be like damn P you lookin rich
Oh well
Fuck was that
That's my own smell
Living Life just so swell
Love the Vybz
No Kartel
Gotta Push up
Life's

I'm feeling the best
I'm cutting you off, Gillette 
On the competition I can rest
Keeping it black and white like a ref
There is no discussion 
Chest

black women the most
I play my part in this
With that brush I’m a artivist
So tired of em treating us fowl
I’m not talkin Artemist
I put my fist In

to the weathered out masses
The wind and the rain and the lightning clash
Burning black matches 
We born into factions

Im not writing law 
But I sought my own

down if you let it
You have to decide your own fate nothing’s handed
You get up and you get it fight the low percentage
Cuz the real will prevail by

on molding my spot cement
Competition gets cremated for playing on the devil's schoolyard graveyard
It's all get the same ditch while fucking with a burnt

shawarma, throw some Tabasco on that bad boy

Watch me snap like Kodak, my past be black like Kodak

could hardly bear like Kodiak ’til I got rid of ‘I',

chill with
BAM you broke the rules
So you know there's no forgiveness
How we all smart black girls
That's a illness
Beautiful in our own way
Glad its my

all snap 
Tied of be humble tied of being tied 
Sayin I aint on shit but they lied 
Got my own way I don't need a guide
I'm gettin money if you catch me

I was a fragile sort-of boy
I couldn't make out my own voice
Over the music playing
I met you in the bathroom stall
Your mouth like honey catching

When my woman woke up that rainy morning
she realized my words couldn't be true
she saw the men dressed in black in her frontyard
and felt her hope

Winters in Lake Malawi and summers in southern Italy
Cuz I'm trying to raise a fam south of Sicily
Man been balling like little league
By my side like you

hate when interviews get in my personal bizz
Truth is you don't need to know who my influences is
I hate the lack of education
By high school I hated

stabbed to death by its own mother in Oxfordshire
When both the perpetrator and the victims are both white
The race suddenly becomes unimportant

East

friendly
I get my money by myself
So either way I'm winning
I keep some blue lines in my pocket
But I don't like to spend em
It's a cold world get your head

These days I just tend to blend in
And I'm getting so nervous about my own skin
After all it's another new town
I gotta spin this thing back around
Before

the secrets they keep
What's the cost and is the price to steep
I really hope talk isn't cheap
I really hope I don't start talking like a creep
In my own mind

of ice... 
She's got her own iron bird in the skies
When she walks the red carpet, a mighty flash 
Turns night into day, crowds fight to touch her by chance

Can You Feel It

Unlinked Artist

Art of Acid

2008

"And you see,
No one man owns house,
Because house music is a universal language
Spoken and understood by all.
You see house is a feelin'
That no

I dont know, i don't see, i don't care, lived my life
Blinded by the confort of the easy life i've lived
Years of feeling blind and deaf, are coming

Last Kiss

Mest

Photographs [Bonus Track]

2005

you'd just stop and walk away
We'll go our own separate ways
'Cause it's too late
I just can't stay

Stare at you as you slit my wrist
And as we

darkness by the moon
The memories cruel
Black dog of doom

Corners of my mind
Are the darkest places
Where monsters scheme
And hide their faces
Sins

its own destiny
A destiny of glory and conquest
Dressed in black, metal in your body
The true of metal is revealed by your eyes

But a power unknown