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never can take a defeat
Need a Helen of Troy, and the rest of you droids can sleep
Yup

Who gon back me up, who gon back me up
Drug my name through

jazz to my blues spark an incense
Then dim the lights down
Set the ambience for our mood
But she said baby come turn me on
I respond by blowing her fuse

Y'all prolly thought this was a sad song whenever ya hit play, huh?
Just a sad motherfu- y'all just waiting for me to shoot up a church, huh?
Y'all

the mission is, man, I hate all these fuckin' potholes
Done made my shit skip, hold on, sit back and just ride
Let me save this shit Skipp,
Now, let me pop in

Oh bless me Father, bless me Father for I have sinned
It's been twenty five years in this skin I'm living in
Forgive me, forgive me and I'll not let

choppas on me
Beans on the pope he got robbed by Ali
You say it's cap, I back out the snap
I'm checkin' the map, I'm bringin' my strap
Everyday dodging

Let's Ride

Frost

Tha 13th Skorn

2001

neck to your feet
High Diego shit make you get out your seat
You know what time it is every time you see me
All the freaks in the front always beggin

Really been tough
(Who I'm like?)
Beifong
Locked in with the gang no strings, all zip ties
Do just what we want, had to struggles just to get by
See

it the running man
I'm they worst nightmare, call me candy man
Fuck a helen, i'm ready to send these niggaz hell
Fuck a judge, and the prosecutors
I'm

Weird science settling away
Cleared by us on a diet of his
Pride and a Papaya King a day, ay
Be all you can and fore you
Stand to lose the source
Number

time and it just won't stop
They say it's more money more problems
Then fuck it go and give me all the problems
You tripping if you think I can't solve

phone
Am I helen keller yet
Where's my phone
Where's my phone
Hey 303 are you listening to me
I sense some love through the kissmas tree
The ladies in

Thinking back while I'm just chilling at my pad
What if I had never put the pen to the pad?
Ha, well then all this music prolly woulda made me mad

flashin' on my wrist like it's sponsored by Kodak
My feed got em Thursday like a motherfuckin Throwback
Bitches all in a panic, they better pop em a Prozac

I could just tell by the way that we moving this weight everyday that we'll make it ideally
All of these boulders on top of our shoulders will

Condition, condition
I remain, humbly, your tool
Then it all came back to me

Roman waiting in the hall
A framed photograph and Helen through the wall

Bobby Brown Shit
Hate me cause I know that ima pretty brown bitch and I don’t give a fuck
Feelin’ froggy you can jump
I don’t fear no bitch
Helen Keller,

wish I could see a beautiful blue sky
But to me it's always the same, all the time

And the man behind him said
Hey at least you get those glasses that

all getting cheated on 
They all caused me problems 
Except jazz

That’s why the rest of ya’ll 
Relations are in the past

But i still see some of 

I had you from the jump
And now I got the drop on all of you
But if you help me keep my income up
I would be pleased to relieve you
Of all your loot

Invisible just like a ghost 
Intangible we finna float 
Can't see me, like I'm John Cena 
Possessed by this beat cuz 
We make the room cold and you

song
But I appeal now to the gods
cnd to you through kindred thought
That you would gather up your beauty
cnd make motions to relieve me
Sweet Helen

propellers
My sound and my vision is possessed by Helen Keller
Am I going crazy, or is it my reality
I feel like flying high, going all over the galaxy
Got

is out there ratting
They gone know I was never capping
I'm like a secret agent you dont even know who I am
You see me cruising by and you like yo who