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never slipping
Angels always close by
Bought maself a spliff
Yuh bough a blue tick
Funnily enough ma lyrics
Run Ochi
Dem still clueless
Theres

Don't remember Ota Benga


The smile is painted on my face
Is tainted by a frown
Picture in the pocket's of blood
That decorate the town
Trigger jum

by myself 
I was always a loner smoke like a hippie you know I'm a stoner 
I know you hating and wishing you kilt me now I gotta run it up turn up

Sacrifices

J. Cole

Revenge of the Dreamers III

call 'em out altogether
Rather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name
Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've

On my lone im comatose
Damn that girl's a lethal dose
I did so much by myself
I been right on my own I don't need no one else
I seen em on my phone I

On my lone im comatose
Damn that girl's a lethal dose
I did so much by myself
I been right on my own I don't need no one else
I seen em on my phone I

Square Three

Buck 65

Square

2003

Buck 65-Square 3


[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist

S
S O S Save our souls S O S
Pedophile rings run by Hollywood elites
Making one mistake, life is ruined by a tweet
Giving huge handouts to CEOs on Wall

I was down bad you ain't know how it felt
No, you ain't know how I felt
Dropped everything and put you on the shelf
Look at me all by myself
They

Teet

Melvins

Houdini

1993

the somber town, maybe in the wall. 

Submitted by Egulphy 

HONEY BUCKET: 
Eight times of fel-an-fo-fi 
Like cobalt cast and clean 
I got a mojo felt

was test driven
Now I wake up in the morning like George, forming my dreams
I’m goin places and these days just coordinates to me
Y’all just so foreign

Shout out to Knuckles out of Lawton Oklahoma
for turning us onto the small town challenge

Kinky Kitten sends Knuckles a Fistbump

Sir Adam.. We pay

know
Then you know it by now
London sound
Bring that to town
Cash it in, cash it out
I'm about
Stacking it up
I'm making these pounds
If you don't know

Bitch I run my own race
Got my safe running out of space rosé by the case
Hustle up your cake get this shit popping in your own way
Yeah I'm on my own hey

guys on me
“I KNOW ITS YOU, I KNOW ITS NOT ME DOES IT EVEN MAKE SENSE FOR YOU TO SAY SORRY? GET THE FUCK OUT IM TRYNA GET THIS BAG”
I get what I want

Call me '13 Melo
You knew that it was coming
I'm Lebron in the yellow
I'm just trying to get by
I'm trying to make every single hater out here a lie

going out
Wait now I'm going down
Run this shit like I'm a clown
Wait hold it I am chillin
Every motherfucking town
I might as well just wear the Crown

Talking Fishing Blues

Woody Guthrie

A Fish That's a Song

1990

the fish all run
Sit all day and not catch a-one
Mud wallopers, jewgars
A few little suckers

I waded out to a sandy bar
And I caught myself a big

tell don't show

Just run out the door
Always looking for more
I work myself to the bone
Cuz it keeps 'em hangin' by the telephone

I'm as busy as a bee

Heyo Carter, you goin' crazy
Richie, the God
CEO, this a vibe, boy
All this cap by the way
You know what I'm sayin', I don't even get down like that,

the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb

Say I can't do it by myself
And I just lean on em
Hoe shut yo mouth
Before I go and put that beam on em
We wet em up and hit that skirt
No we don't

see me down here hoe I'm doing my best
I run with no rest
When my Granny died, my whole life went left
And my daddy left me out here by myself 
I don't

gotta say now?)
Life teach me a lot right now
Yeah
Really out here
Really out here nigga
Yeah
Run it up
Where the dawgs at?
Had to run it up
Gotta lot