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dance with me
Move your body round this time machine
Start it again
I want you to celebrate
The fact our bodies can recreate
New versions of ourselves 
We

a brave soul can start
There is no such thing as fate in the eyes of the mad
Only by aiming for the moon can one fall in the stars
If all you do in your

I'm the number one person I need
This is my dream, I don't mean to be greedy
I'm urging to meet the new version of me
It's my turn, I can't worry

How Ya Livin'

AZ

Pieces of a Man

1998

crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit 
That's strictly made for cats whose rich 
Excuse me, is that your bitch in my 6?
Turnin' up the volume when she

already grown
And I take care the family now
I am the man of the house
I make sure Sammy is crowned
No time for standing around
Gotta show all of these

with your confusion!
I am not the version to compare, if you dare! Be aware! I don't care what's up with ya Conclusion!
I don't just rap for rap (Rep'

Transformation into new version 2.1
Program my protocol: to get consumed by the Sun
And I hope I never wake, I can tell all the love fake
Those I love left, maybe

a detour but now it's time to begin
My life was on hold for a couple of years
I'm relieved that the shit finally came to an end
Now I'm chillin with my

to the Universe
I'm
Destined for this lifetime
By the higher Power
I'm creating
We're destined for this lifetime
We are all one in the Universe
Universe
Said you

changing was not a reason to die
But he did not-so he must die!
YOU HAD YOUR CHANGE AND YOU FAILED!

Death by RNG is how I will go
This can not be! (How is

will squint back through a fog
Trying to see some polluted version of all I meant to be in life
Their recollections pruned by the accidents of time

description in my memories
And that must be your ghost taking form
Created every moment by me dreaming you so
And is it my job now to hold whatever's left

cases niqqa
Opps killa', I'm the KKKop killa', a Monster
The new Hip-Hop version of Michael Jackson - Thrilla'
All I need's a beat from Dilla to show you

Of things, that become
Like compartmentalized
Like crystallized environments for you to
Create i don't know, micro-versions of
Yourself, or subversions

The Valley-Reggae Version-Island cover version. Checkout the original version with killer vocal by Laura Winn! 

I’ve been goin’ through the valley,

can you dig it? Mines!
If you can't that's fine! 
Living for the King not the 
Pleasures of this life or the things of this time 
But Thanks be to God

the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got

the latitude
To love with greater magnitude
I feel like my life's got a new lease 
Thank you Lord for blessing me with love, joy and peace

Cuz this is life
So

a good shit version of new York

There's loads of things that you can't be taught 
unless your born and raised in chikka chikka Newport
There's loads

strapped your honor new mac, my armor
Point blank, catch in my bulletproof persona
New version of Dahmer pussy eating Piranha
My tongue touch your flesh
Your

was, like
Going through now, like
My version of my terrible
Twos my -my daughter
She wants to express herself
But she just doesn't
Have the words for it

The version of me
You created in your mind
Isn’t my responsibility this time
I’m gone
Yeah you won’t see me anymore
Cause your true colors arent

the curtain and the wall in the shower
At the same time, she ain't wide, she ain't mine
Her face is a two but her booty's a dime
Every time she walk by, put

the benefit of the doubt
But nah, empaths
Yeah we feel these things
So many things I can't get out my head
There is a version of me that is dead
Awaken the new