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presence broke through, a beacon of grace
You lifted me up, in your warm embrace

You bring me back to life oh-oh
When I'm drowning in the dark, you're my

New York City where they paint murals of Biggie
In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
what a pity -- blunts is still fifty

the penny drops

Yeah, I'm a wordsmith with a black heart
Got trouble making bright art
Figure out where time starts
To take the course of life by both hands

Keep Rising

Group Home

A Tear for the Ghetto

1999

walkin the streets, I hope it is a good path
Lookin for my dad, tell him how we survived in the hood
It was all good, 'cause 99 percent of your life

THESE CADILLACS UNTIL THE CHOIR CALLING
IN THE SOUTH CUZ OUT IN HOLLYWOOD IT'S PLASTIC
AND WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE
BURY ME NOT IN A CASKET BUT THE SEATS OF MY

think your concept for freedom’s bondage
I'll keep it honest, but my opinion is weak in context
Well here's my process

below average and you're bad at rapping
I'm the God in this tabernacle and my skin is tougher than a No Life Shaq reaction
Went from an intro that was

happen again 
AMG the family, don’t be tryna play the middle
Penning parts of life, sent my mind to sentimental 
Your pen is brittle, you a few cats short

(What's good)
You may take my mind (For sure)
If you heal my heart 

In the spirit let the choir sing it
Every note is organized
Each one is for the broken

(What's good)
You may take my mind (For sure)
If you heal my heart 

In the spirit let the choir sing it
Every note is organized
Each one is for the broken

the devil ain't a human check your ego bitch
Nothing booming in the mirror don't pretend you is
Act in life like a fool shit get Ludicrous
But why you trying

dance in the dark with me
This resurrected agony there's apathy for caskets
Everything I ever loved I lost in the magic
I claim by the river, my body

sweeter than a choir
Speaking facts
I love when you kiss me and hold on my hand
You got me feeling ways I can't understand
Lost in my head and you be

to my arms
Take my hand
I'm full of grace
Lay your troubles over me
Feel the beat of my heart.
This is the end for mankind
There will never be
Another

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is

is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every

the life
(of a ghetto star)

I wish nothing but the best for my enemies
I know they wanna see me descended
N even when im dead
They don't wanna see me in

I see the lights
Dancing, dancing in your eyes
So how do I begin to tell you now
That I can be the one to bring your angel out?
In this life

quick
Got me like the trifest not knowin how my life is
My life is, rap sheet long as the Turnpike
The sheistest, hey fella, who bidded with the lifers

5 Boroughs

Redman

The Corruptor [Original Soundtrack]

1999

blaze, fulfillin' them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them
We originate styles, other be stealin' them

You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is

the wave and we never docking
Giela papi giela papi Margiela papi
Ride around Brooklyn in a Maserati
Giela papi giela papi Margiela papi
Your bitches call me

Get off my cloud

Look! No strings! Just paper, glue, and card
Hark! The angels sing 'Paste the Lord'

That was the Armley tabernacle
Choir next

Nas, I stay on my job
Try to pray to keep my heart from going harm
And I ain't perfect
You know that from old me
My life is real even when I’m in

by a landslide
All that hoping, ain't your hands tired?
What's the culprit? Is it
Angst, pride, smoking, or you damn liars?
I watched them plans die