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Word to God
Dont let a real nigga
Get on his Diddy
It'd be amazing
If the world
Found treasure in heart
I see your pain
I was hoping
To heal you with art

address it
All on the internet typing aggressive
You not insured that you'll be progressive
We bout that cash you can tell by the gestures
Hand on my piece

Don't be runnin' up, or we gon bun him up
This stupid nigga shootin', never clap
So I stay to myself
Keep my hand right by side the pole
Watch a nigga

Even tho' you not with me baby be careful
Went to the doctor yesterday he said what's going through yo' Brain
What's you taking for your pain I said

like a memo
Power level super saiyan
On the court I'm gettin' buckets like my name was Plankton
All these bangers I be making
Only friend that stuck by

The Underdog
Words and Music By: Justin Busch (justrbusch@yahoo.com) and Dave Tough

VERSE 1:
First string got hit in practice, he didn’t land quite

possessed by a monster?
Hunchback of Notredam type posture
Clasping his hands like a rapist lobster"
Talk like Tony Montana, mobster

Say hello to my

tomorrow shit, and not today
Made seven then I made six, bitch, I'm Dr j
OBJ, one hand, I ain't drop the play
My hotheads locked in, make you unlock a safe

from the grave in 3 days
Think that made me saved
In His grace, no mistake paid the way to pearly gates
Yeah I grew working through growing pains, I

still thinks it's pimping
Till they pump his chin in
Sorry for the time I caused you torture
Sorry if you felt like I never loved you
I know my word is

senses fade away
Tied to machines that feed signals to my brain
This is the end
The doctor draws a blade
With patient hands
He writes his name in

Niggas want war we send em to the doctor
Checking off any nigga on the roster
Four four bully put em in a locker
Got me feeling like a top shotta
All these

Grandma  couldn't hear or see
By the day she turned 93
She was strong in thought and opinion
A living walking lesson

She never would have married

five million light bulbs in neon
I'm the rhyme writer God provided to be on
The track so the fact is that I gotta put the heat on cuz

Jesus (and all I

Yesireebob

Blaine Larsen

In My High School

2004

a towel in his hand

Holdin' it up
As she changes her suit
Gettin' all the best shots
At the photo shoot

How do you get that job?
That's what I want

Pessimistic hate filled, yet blessed with a great skill
Rather medicate myself then recommended eight pills
From a doctor that just wanna see his pockets bigger

Do It Again

Ten Foot Pole

Bad Mother Trucker

2002

Dad can you spare $50

surprise a musician down on his luck

I could use a hand to pay the rent


"son you could
Have been someone
A doctor

no me or no serving higher purpose
But he’s still here, I can feel his total lack of remorse
How many roads can a man walk down?
Did the doctor ask me

On the other hand when I've taken shit too far
cnd the paranoia's starting to piss Jodie off
I talk to the doctor and I tell her all my flaws
She thinks I'm

Winner Man

The Lion of Judah,shut the mouth of lions
(c WINNER McN)
clways in his hands like suitcase carryon
(c WINNER McN)
The reason I'm so bold I

never get good at letting go
Tell 'em i tried
I promise that it all flies by in a minute
Don't matter where the picture was
Just matters who's in remember

you need for grieving 
Let it all out 
Let it all out 
Too much space in your bed 
Can't get 'em out your head 
Girl I know that it hurts 
And some days

I Believe

Mali Music

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2015

of all the negativity I'm surrounded by
No it ain't perfect but that's alright
Cause His hand is on me 
It's keeping me alive
So many disappointments

Sour pills, hash flour
Around with my gun cock
I'm movin by the hour
Hand on the steering wheel ice in my
Call my niggas up
Tell em on my way