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Got stabbed by a stem in the pack
So I hit the weed man up
Hit his ass to come outside
Robbed his ass with a fake gun
Left the real shit at home

judgement reserved?
Does 'innocent till proven guilty' have any meaning at all
When you're alone in a police house surrounded by cops
being kicked around like

could barely manage
Make him fight for his life
We gon' leave him stranded
Tryna mess with the team?
I just can't imagine
You been stuck in the mud
While

and Muslims
And Baptists of all kinds
Catholic girls and Amish boys
Who've left their plows behind
Up there in the choir
Singing side by side
Wondering

[Break]

[Verse Three: Masta Killa]
Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far

Champ Champ

I'm a champion boy
Run it fast
Foot on the gas
I'm a champion boy
Get cash by the mass
I'm a champion boy
Always toasting my glass
I'm

I got off the plane at the Tampa airport and walked outside into the Florida sunshine
and I was met by a tall grungy red-headed promoter guy
and his

down by two separate incidents so he took his wife and kids and he took off for his relatives down in the piedmont
They turned a corner on the mountain

All I have in this world is my balls
And my words
And I don't break 'em
For no one
You can put me on a blacklist, go ahead
We all know you full

Arrows flying by day, or of the terrors of night
Of pestilence or plague I’ll never be afraid
Cause all who trust in your name will never be dismayed

God

the spirit That's behind

All these mass shootin' Sticks For protection, when they Hopped out
The vans on us We wouldn't be Alive if God ain't have his
Hand

and now your dude don't like me
In his head we fucked and well shit, it's likely
Playing my songs she know them all precisely
Exactly where I want 'em
Y'all

Everybody still know where the door's at 
It's up to you to come thru put your hand in 
The Holy Water and admit I been sinnin’ 


But MC JC all about

to stay sane
Predestined as adopted children He claims
Seek what's right and find refuge in His name
His Grace is not earned but
It covers all shame

Christ

Acid King

Aesop Rock

Malibu Ken

2019

and Judas and all tunes prudent
Seems tame now, but then it was devil music
Rick six, the nickname clicks
Makeshift altar in a clearing in the sticks

choppa in my hand

Walk down, we don't do no drive-by's
Hop out with that 30 stick
Put that bitch between his eyes
When you go up on this mission
You

special, so my words clap
Got a chain, now we in the club
Vacation, spent the whole day

DJ showed you no love
Back to by the back
All you ever wanted was

always fade shadows grin all around the fright many tortured souls alive in the wasteland of his mind  before her he kneels  embrace the call for now he

your wordplay intact
And 50 couldn't say it better
Can't find you
Show me where his mama live at
You a gangsta, I'm not one
But it doesn't mean by all

divine revelation
Through the mountains and valleys, I'll make my stand
With the Bible in my hand, guide by His plan
His grace is the fuel, His truth is

the system did me out in Florida
I was innocent, they say I kicked the bitch
Steady grabbin' on me while performin'
They took me from my only daughter, my

mastered was cream (cream)
Jewel runner runnin' with Gunn (Gunn)
All of us run with our guns (guns)
Hands in the air, now keep 'em up there
And everyone

Intro: (0:00-0:09)
All the drama, just seemed to play on repeat/
Inhabited in a full house of drama/
A lot time spent, as an outlier/
Within

What up Vegas
What up Boston Mass
What up Amsterdam
New England and the DMV
The torch high it's the Final Fire 
 
Immaculately crafted in these halls