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the pressure get applied
When I’m talking to the critics, look em deep up in they eyes
I can see it in his spirit, we can never coincide
I reload on em’
Full

to teens,
Including me,

Verse 2:

Man that shit got me,
Since I was probably, 
coughing up broccoli,
Caught up in all these,
Thoughts of sick parties,
 dawgs

When I sit by the lakes contemplating my fate
I'm rushing through the pages of my mind state
I need to slow down, take a breath or two
Never show too

enemies we're part of the same fight
Asians came in the country assisted by Civil Rights
Panthers and the Red Book, Robeson and 起来 (uprising)
Capitalism

body parts Holmes

I'mma live, how I live and get paid!
I'mma live, how I live and get paid!
I'mma live, how I live and get paid!
I'mma live, how I live

I’m black
I’m black
My skin don’t crack
My men don’t rat
I’m saved by grace
No room to brag
I came from rags
I walked in and secured the bag
Ahhh man

A peaceful town down by the lake
A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said
Quite prosperous one might add
Rye fields, cattle, and the riches

misfits, rippin’ it’s our business
Listless lyricists can’t spit this
Yo, I don't get it dude
Can you not have hot beats and lyrics too?
The two need not

An on going part of this world
     Looking to chain me down

 2.   Trying to break my spirit
     And make me out a clown
     I won't give in to you tempting

This ain't a fantasy or only fans my only plans 
To lock souls and eyes as we enter the holy land 
I can't stand it 
Not sitting well with my spirit

And I'm emphatically talking my ethnic anatomy
Ecstatically speaking like do I not have a reason
Place where the seasons are full and evident
The spirit

to You I would see
How also my veils, would be torn in two
Cause that's what you do

Place Your arms around me, Holy Spirit wake me up to the truth

Witness the Drift

Laquan

Notes of a Native Son

1990

it's projected correctly music is pleasure
Positive science I'm droppin
Poetry's in motion like two lovers knockin
Soundin like another, that isn't my

crappy ass life
After the suicidal part which I told you all about
Which he got saved at
Friends came by,hell gate closed back
It took a while for signs

Da Graveyard

Big L

Lifestylez Ov Da Poor and Dangerous

1995

with so much lead they can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than most niggas

to run to when my whip was up for repossession
Estranged by many, but never a stranger to pressure
Amanda the closest thing I know to an angel investor
No

heard
Little do they know he's a caster of Word

Last to be late to the church house by nine
The Sunday School teachers keep Ketch on the line
And it's,

of my real life family deserted me
Think I switched up? My old life kept on hurting me
Guess you included in that part of herstory
Hope they don't murder

on the culture for my recognition

Or am I seeking for approval by the Holy Spirit
Seek Acceptance from myself but I can never feel it

I whip the Beamer and I

Koffing comments, now you bout a cop me
Lackin' spirit, you a carbon copy
Cofagrigus how I caught a body
I never Pass the Baton
Drawn in by my explosive

Spit two-tone
Rap just enough for the world and enough to go home
Dress the part so they never have to question where my zone is
Speak in tongues, only I

It's All Real

Eightball & MJG

Space Age 4 Eva

2000

born wild
Gangsta shit flow through his blood and no one had to show him how
Kill or be killed where I come from ain't no in between
Why trade the world

the saturated people, the damned is faithless
One, two, eyin temi, are you ready now

Flag your mantle up, prepare to send it back
All the unaffordable

a possibility that You'll look at me differently
Love, ever since the first moment I spoke your name
From then on I knew that by you being in my life things were