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gown
My flag brown, I still crack (uh)
By my nuts my pill sack (uh)
Five sluts think I'm that (uh)
Started actin' I still rap (uh)
If it gets slow I

eyes
And not just the ghosts but my own desires
Are how I can be duped into believing these liars
In my flesh in the depths of my soul I'm opposed

damn why Ricky but shit a never be the same life is just life my niggas moved out but I’m still thuggin with the pipe 
My nigga David back and he been

sued by some fuckboy
And y'all was tryna get me to change my name and shit
I spent my whole fucking career, this who I was
Y'all trying get me

me
No matter how I fall
I land on my feet
And I don't wanna be like you 
Big bad wolf but you bark like a bitch
How you sell out and you still ain't

us
Liberated styles
But the soul aint free enough
Feel it in my chest
In my bones
Ima be enough

I keep
One in the chamber
I cannot do no mo favors
I

Aye!

Verse 1
HEAVENLY FATHER allow me to start this by saying, since the first revelation, YOU’VE kept me in amazement. Now my goals to praise you more

avoiding this
Quiet as kept all that boisterous shit a bunch of pointlessness
Now hoist my jersey in the rafters above these dirty unworthy rappers
Lust

TO BE ALONE
words and music by David Allen Slater
Copyright  2007 by David Allen Slater

IT WEIGHS ME DOWN JUST THINKIN' BOUT
YOU AND ME ALL THE TIME

Bells of War

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Forever

1997

razor sharp darts be like cold stares
The smell of fear makes my nostrils flair
Truth or dare
Ask yourself can you compare
To these niggas in the hood,

if we both hide
Still I praise the most high
We sat down
We both cried
Faded on these drugs and my eyes open so wide
Blinded by the love it got tough

The Champ [Remix]

Ghostface Killah

GhostDeini the Great [Bonus Tracks]

2008

to be a killer (New York Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my

I done sold my soul
I done hook up with the Illuminati

I was just tired of the cold
But I still run around with the Shootie

Had to pave my own path

captain of my soul.You promised we will dock safe on the shore
I believed you,  I still do
But lord
these waters, they trouble me
This ocean is too deep

of my duffy, spaced out like David Duchovny
Stop fronting bitch you still want me, clearly cuz you still be hunting
Ricky Rozay when I'm grunting, Finago

free I’m still a prisoner of all I saw
Sometimes I leave this booth at 4 am, and ride down Simpson
Just prayin homie, and reminiscin
Sometimes my

spill yo blood?
Would you steal a nigga’s soul
For the one above?
If i took a cracka gold
Would he fight or run?
You could never break
The mold
No, David

Say loss backwards, it's sol
Back to the mic pole to heal my soul
Not in sold out shows but on tracks like soles
That was a runner bar
Not to be

OR HE GONE BE SOMEBOYS LOST HOMIE
HE STILL PACING ACTING LOST HOMIE
TRAPP GETTING PISSED CUZ ITS LOST HOMIE
TRAPP AINT TRYNA TAKE A LOST HOMIE
CUZ TRAPP

Whack Rappers

Afroman

Afroholic...The Even Better Times [Clean]

2004

album

Puff Daddy, enough already
Now its P. Diddy still sound shitty
How can your group be called Da Band
No body plays an insterment man
I dont

The sun shines outside
But still on me it rains
I make these liars disappear
Just like David Blaine
I'm never switching up my hood
I'm never changing lanes

real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said,
Here's what we'll do. We've got a lotta work here, me and you,
The souls of your friends, you and I will

Clearly the mind
Of my generation up in east side
Food on my plate
Watch me eat mine
Rocking with the legends watch me creep by
(Man you already know who we

anything
Baby you tore me apart
But somehow you still got my heart
By my side
By my side
By my side
By my side
You and I for life
It be the soul ties
Thank