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way out."
[How we do]
Smashing Colt, OE, Labatts 'n Blue
Mismatched Docs, tank tops, tattered in patches too
This for all the forgotten nights we looked

to make a way
Had to make a play
Had to stash a band inside the safe
Prolly make it stretch on emergency cause this zip ain't safe
I'ma struggle baby go

barbecue, for real (real)
All these days already gone by (gone by)
Man, I ain't seen your ass in a long time
Put a little gin in the punch (punch)
Grandma

Eventually there will be hell
The future just does not look well
All fair use, it was made by myself
Just do it, put your ego on the shelf
In

brothers differently 
Niggas sell they soul and have it open by the industry 
Puppets on they hands, and all the bands to the infantry
They can kiss my

and dad's idea to guarantee I learn to play
But it was brass band to addict me to the music right away
I got a saxophone to find my sound and I shared it

habits
And the big brass still blow the masses
Ain't no sugarcoating molasses
(feel the jazz swing, and the clav twang)
All aboard the locomotive I'mma

Accentuating syllables, connecting with the spiritual
Deflecting all the miserable, by talking my desires
Even in a cipher when i'm hollering pass that
Holding

to the kick when it snap back
Never the kid to be convinced by the that's that
Mineral grit sticks to my kicks made of brass tacks
Blue moon catch me with

Yeah I did this by my lonely, made a couple bands by my lonely
Stripped hunnids blue like its ot (Genasis), Shawty said she love me bitch show me
All

your homes, which your 
ancestors build by the forced hands of those they colonised
A machine flexing rubber bands beheld with always flinching eyes

Go

Don't be fooled
By these hoes
Where her daddy though
Look at you
She done played you with no interview
Over do's
I can't blame you she's just beautiful

sliming you out for real
The swag you can say i was born with it
The drip came imported delivery
Different spices on my timeline
They all fascinated by my

Married to the Blues

Shemekia Copeland

Turn the Heat Up!

1998

don't get no band of gold
All you get is a lonely cab ride
To a bed that's always cold
When you're married to the blues
Forget that honeymoon
All you

They say the fun in the struggle when you coming up
So when you at the bottom, better off you facing up
A lot of losses, many lessons but it all

"Daddy - who's that funny man over there
With all those musical instruments?"
"Why! That's Ivor Biggun the famous one man band"
"What's a one man

Spinning in a new drop
Only thing I want for Christmas is a new pot
Had to throw away the Breitling
Got a new watch
2 Bands both blue like two cops

its brandy
Shooting dice in Vegas I'm everywhere the bands be

Water on my neck got me splashing all you bitches
Ex's see me shining now they all up in

don't
I just pop shit like wow where you go
I don't really know cause when I rap it's off the dome
All I know is ima need Cadillac on chromes
Couple bones

out last
One true victim for my wrath
My beats my flows my dumbass raps

Blue blood in my heart no love
Shots in the club all you hear is a thud
No

till we all blue in our faces 
Till we all the same hue and we viewed as race-less 
I said race-less not racists face it
I wanted to be Black Thought but

the band blows up online, you’ll sing the food truck blues

We’re all tryin’ to get our bread, pay rent, and just survive
But you can’t go from fry cook

Heavy Mental

Killah Priest

Heavy Mental

1998

the eye socket is where I will build my sky rocket 

you don't need any passport  all you need is a thought 

suddenly  the soul becomes hot as coal

The daffoldils are smilin'
At the dove
When Mary 'olds your 'and
You feel so grand
Your 'eart starts beatin'
Like a big brass band
Oh, it's a jolly holiday with