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He will be celebrated with the finest of instruments
This young prince will be celebrated by the arms of the fairest maidens in the land
Elders

your arms, chewed up by animals

(Verse 8: PMD)
On your mark, get set, ready to go
Green light, checkered flag, time to get that dough
And ayo, in

FlipSide Recordz image Kreationz
JustaDj

Chosen by God set aside by angel Gabriel
Sent to this world in the arms of an angel
I rock shows so call me

rehearsal I'm sick
My album is like one long AIDS commercial (yuck!)
I'ma take your worst nightmare
Divide it by fair and multiply it by 9 squared
I'm

1989

Devlin

Bud, Sweat & Beers

2010

appear with grass stains up and down my legs and arms
And with a fresh beer clenched in my palm.
Sixteen, my bars are different class
I've been rolling

Infamous Minded

Big Noyd

H.N.I.C.

2000

i fire more arms than he ever did

that's why
I keep things in proper prospective
And every album point why'all niggas in the right direction

FROM THE LUCAN WOLF ALBUM - VAMPIRE NIGHTS
Copyright 2004 Lyrics and Music by Lucan Wolf

Eternity

Never turn away
When I need a touch of grace

R.G.

Mystikal

Rich Gang

2013

DJ Stevie J (We gon' get to it nigga)
Real niggas (by any means necessary)
Rich niggas (We were born like this)
Fly shit

I be on some fly nigga

Straight Like That

Capone-N-Noreaga

The Reunion

2000

club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that

One Life to Live

Shyheim

Manchild

1999

mental washed away
I shoot like Hardaway, your body parts decay
Slow-lay, too busy lusting the Rol-ay, platinum face
I snatch you over-arms, I take you

but sometimes dark brown
My arms were long, my tongue was soft
My mind was clear
I walked the earth, a graceful intrepid spirit
“And how did you call

know we moving miles
Tattered on my wrist
It's more than just a style
I'm living by the truth
I don't listen to their mouths
Buckle up
It's about to go

thought about all the albums and that couldn't be made
Ya
I read your letter you thankin me
Saying you love me and other things
For being the person I'm

Yea
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I’m feeling this tempo
Now let this

outcome
I finally did an album
Bump it now bruh
Put it on the loud subs
I still have my doubts but
I know there's no problem I can't outrun
Sneakers tied

by the gun
So i always thought ima go out like that
Boom boom like that
Then i realized im fourteen i aint tryna die eighteen 
Aint tryna die eighteen

the cheese
The first maps were drawn up by the blacks
But these white historians don't wanna acknowledge that
They try to keep us in the dark in a nigga trap

close 
I know this could be my last Tru impression
I'll hand you this album while astral projecting 
Through sound we have found a connection
This

The H... and made them my brothers in arm
We weren't blessed to go far
I shoot for the sun then hope that I land on a star

I feel
I feel I feel great
I know

I knew she wanna fuck me
By the way she went to touch me
Yeah she from Long Buckby
But for the night she staying in Rugby
I had it in the bag until

out my eyes yeah I have Darkseid (dark-side)
What is implied cant be denied snide lyrics I spit while I stride
Arms crossed behind my back because these

started to work 
On my first album 
No beats 
Just rhymes 
My head was crowded 
I like to reminisce about dudes 
I listened to 
And still do 
I listen

changed, it would’ve ended different overall
But that intersection on the corner of Flamingo and Koval
You were shot once in the arm, once in the thigh

stride
Nother chip up on my shoulder, im a soldier
You can chip away my arms an you still cant push me over
If you see me kickin rocks just know i broke em