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winner one year for the National Library of Poetry's
Annual publishing contest, circa 1994 or something
Out of tens of thousands of entries, maybe even
better than great, heh heh
Uh in fact, I might just be top five
All-time, or at least top ten, well
Maybe nine minus five, divided by two
Minus the amount
Yall all passe, stuck up on last year
I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier
My criteria ain't even that serious
The way a nigga see it you
[Liffy Stokes]
The stress of everyday living is slowly corrupting my soul
I'm 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole
I did 4
think you want
Damn sure's not
The best you'll have
Ten years are speaking
Out and loud
I am so glad it was like that
Eve at your side I feel alive
The year has just started and right now
I'm lookin' for cribs overseas
I'm givin' my lady some drivin' lessons
In a hundred-grand Jeep
When you
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
likes, my number, my hoe
My dough, my bros, not not you bozzos
Yo hold up 10 years, 10 motherfucking years - what's good
What's good
What'd bad
All these
on a track while I run slow
Two top tens a gold disc aint bad for a kid from the blown bits
Or you might get stabbed in the boat quick
By familiar flows
like a pilot cuz I am a fly guy
Every beat I hop on is seeming like a drive by
Fly by when I arrive at the function
Show up when I pull up, I am such
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now hahahahaha, we gon' see
creep here I am the fucking king of Halloween
10.31 you better run, run, run
10.31 it's red rum, rum, rum
10.31 you better run, run, run
10.31 red rum,
to grow
Time to go
Adolesce
Adolesce
Too young to take over,
Too old to ignore.
Gee, I'm almost ready,
But what for
There's a lot I am not
can't believe we bout' to catch the sun
5AM rolled around too quick my friends
Might be another ten years before we do this again
I will cherish
a nightmare, are what I have as dreams
Bad as that may seem, I know is only going to get worse
Love, a slug, which one am I gonna get first?
My journey's been
the name and year of ev'ry oscar-winning film
cs indicated by the size of brain that I have grown
I am the smartest person that the world has ever
never die. They just fade away."
"Lucy" "Ahhhhhhh!"
"It was a little cocker spaniel dog, and our little girl, Tricia, the six year old, named it
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
staying ten toes when I'm down below and I'm moving slow
So they can pick me up, I never fall forever
Yeah we all together
Yeah we grow together
What they
My father came from Tönsberg, a little bit outside town
Just by the hillside before they built the bridge
Then he moved to Karlstad and bought us
pain
It's insane
You look around for the answers to life
You're told that you have to have faith
You get a book explaining 10,000 years
But there
faded
Think I forgot, you love me
You love me
You love me
Got a shift at 10 AM
Gotta dip at 10 PM
Gotta get that cash
Won't get past the lunch
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