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himself the Son of God
Forgiving us our sins as well
How can you think he's not possessed
His miracles are straight from hell
He's finally gone too far
on
But not too long, or, why are you spitting
So much, or, easy tiger
Hands to yourself I am excitable
I am sorry I am grateful
I just want us to be
hits you
Get dunked on, I'm like sans, I don't miss you
Talent so good and you steal my flow
David Letterman kid, this is my show
Hear that kick, it goes
-gassed
Dark skin boy, man are over-black
Talk real greazy, I'm known for that
Talk about Ps when you owe me that?
Man are not real like that
Real talk,
your family that you would not do
You were all but ordinary, kept us laughing too
I remember karaoke busted an old school rap
All the grandkids hollered,
died on the slave ship and you ignored it
The same way you did the cross when you crossed It, boy you not Jordan
I'm more than upset, fame
might be okay, but I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
I'm going to be a little late
I'm just a bit lost (You promised you'd be home Max I can't believe this don't do this to me don't do this to me)
What
and doubty
Trippin' man
And not the fun kind
Rather over the pots and pans that you dropped on your kitchen floor
When you finished cooking some really yummy
Yeah, you hear that?
That's inevitability
You can't stop this shit, I'm too tapped in
Too loyal
Surrounded by a few of my niggas who did
Cos ain't shit intimidating about your sound
You're just two imitating little clowns
A nuisance times two
That's not even worth two cents combined so in
cried
Go home, little boys, get off the court
It's a big man's game, you're much too short
Too short, my foot, that's just your way
Of saying you
sound
she better hope, that you better mind
mix me over my, debt (left,let?) be wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide! (whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!)
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lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, n****
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I
leg room and air space on this airplane
Unlike you 'cause you're on a flight too, but it's a staircase
Now, little engine go, finna vrin-vrin go
and sit down
On that bench that says 'Group W'"
And I walked over to the bench there, and there's Group W is where they
Put you if you may not be
like you.
I got a hundred beats; all nicer than your joint.
Karaoke MC's need not receive G's; that's the whole point.
Be out within' the crowd; get
de dede de de de dede dede
de dede de de dede de de de dede dede)
come on
you about ready to do it over there
you ready too
you about ready to do it
swear theres somethin fuckin wrong witchu
Man its over, over
Over, over
Its over, over
Over, over
You too much to deal wit
Fuck yur feelings
I just wanted
woulda got niggas shot
If you was home, you woulda did mad shit
But get over it, nigga, you not
You know how many times I laid in that cot?
Claustrophobic
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
it how I left it
And I could list the ways it messed me up
By every face I never touched
And every time that I played music way too loud
Cause it's
weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner
You ain't gotta go nowhere nigga
I'm up in this city, you can find me nigga
You ain't gotta front like it?s
And you flew with it on your back A name in your recollection Down among a million, say: Difficult enough to feel a little bit Disappointed, passed over
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