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for himself, mostly speaking through his fingers
By any means, we all dream Like Martin Luther
I Have A Dream Yeah
King Jr.
Hands up don’t shoot
Judge
Spoken word, Blind King
Let me set the tone by saying we didn't ask to be here
You brought us here by force and yet you act like you don't want us
Yeah, Hit-Boy
CHOMP 2, CHOMP 2
5 AM in Atlanta, I'm writin' raps
Sometimes I'm fightin' for my dreams but it seems like they fightin' back
the worst
It was used by Charles I
(Quite informally)
And later by George IV
On a journey north
The state departments keep their
Historical renown
It's
invented so well
He invented a fortune, for a man named Bell
George Washington Carver, made the peanut great
Showed any man with a mind, could create
You
Alexander, Abraham, Thomas, George
Dead presidents in my jeans
Feel like a goat with six rings
Get to the top by any means
Alexander McQueen's on my feet
to be aware that there's
Any such thing as grieving
Young mother down at Smithfield
Five a.m., looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
for the worse
Visions of a Black hearse
Cause death can show his ugly face
At any place
And any time
Today maybe yours
And tomorrow could be mine
a child
I was force to smile
Even when I down
They told me there’s a god
God in the sky
And a devil below the ground
Believe it for a while
how I survive||I'm a gypsy child, that's what my mama called me|I'm a gypsy child, just a wanderin' free|Travelin' singing songs|Here for now but not
Shawty told me I'm a nobody
She ain't wrong I been a problem child all my life
Feel like I don't even know myself
Looking in my eyes I ain't nobody
(Great John on the beat by the way)
I was on tour for four months we was overseas (Greenlight Gang)
Did fifty-five shows in forty-five countries (woah)
dissonant divider
Nothin to call your own
As you opened up
And you sold your soul
A loose cannon
For any cheap action
To feel any love
And a moments
at the age of three
so don't ask me why i'm heartless son
cause I was raised by some killers
so i guess I gots to be one
I'm down for whatever
Call that shit a eye for a eye, my nigga, by any means (sheesh)
Had extended clips before skinny jeans (yeah)
Now bow and arrows at cop cars with
Manifesto, this is what we want to see happen
for my peoples still breakin graf writin and rappin
I rock the mic right and exact my life's my
I can't wait to do Cribs; MTV, come on, get at me
Any rapper wan' get at me, tell ya label contact me
Half a hundred for a feature, wanna battle?
disbelief
And so what arose by any other name?
Une petite fleur du mal, a daisy or a daffodil or gilded mourning lily or lobelia or white or yellow tulip
You best to keep calm George
You ah die for being curious
I put that on god
I ah fuck any bitch that's hearing this
for murder once, no redial
Just see child, the O G style and how I used to be wild
This the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Giles one way road to the P now
see how I'm living
She lead my soul
Any realm pick a channel we can go
On this carpet I got space for one mo
Take a seat we gone be late to the show
like a child that's been molested
The surgeon general rap shit just hit your section
It's warfare, against any that come up on me
Even in your dreams
mine
Thank God for all the little things
Like windows down and George Strait
I wouldn't have it any other way
Oh, no
Cause I love floating down
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