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But I can't complain what the accident did to my left eye
'Cause look what an accident did to Left Eye
First Aaliyah, now Romeo must die
I know
If my eyes could see by faith I'd move mountains and seas
It only takes a small amount a mustard seed
I know it's going to happen because I believe
Don't play me close, I'll have this mic up in your rear section
My shit is lovely simply meaning that my joint is tight
Amping up the mic making sure
it's helps to fuel my true desires
Giving passion through my music maybe one day I'll retire
Let's get high and smoke a j and make these feelings fade
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions.
Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album.
Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced
Look ma we go together like throwbacks
And airforce one's i'm a gangsta
That's why i gotta carry 4 guns
Used to be a good girl
Now you my ride-or-die
me do my thing, nigga, let me be
I ain't perfect, I'll admit it, but who are you to judge me
I ain't fuckers on the skirt, getting money, that's my
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
are not just art for Michelangelo to carve
He can't rewrite the agrc of my furied heart
I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold
J'veux pas mourir tout
Yo I get more props than a movie studio
My rhymes are gore soaked like a film by Lucio
I'll fuck a bitch with an empty gun then shoot her with her
Inorganic beings y’all bouta be frightened
So this is my last album in the 3rd dimension
Cause I’ll be taken away by the ascension
Hey maybe I’ll still make
your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
That's Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I swear
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
and screaming my name, but I don't look down
Hi guys, remember me? I'm the white guy everybody wanted to cancel, nice try
Too sick, I might die right, two
reporters
Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers
Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think
My album's gold cause my album was the bomb, shit
the Bible
On my mama, that's just what I die for
Iguodala how I'm playin' my role (my role, my role)
Lost, still losing
They waitin', I'll help 'em find
smoke even two second hand
Corrupt these bitches with the evils that my soul collects
Or any body I'll body you better come correct
I'm in this shit till
is now
I'll catch you by my looks
And lock you with my charm
You'll fall for my brains
And die for all the rest, cause I'm gloss
Glossy baby,
warm
Been too strong for too long, I'll probably die
With my boots on and on my way to cash a c****** coupon
You know I'm, proper, don't let them boys
hood)
(The real hood, like three pair of pants)
My friends, I'll say it clear (pair of sneakers)
(My moms is busting her ass) State my case
(Nigga,
I'll make 30
Desert, even my nails dirty
I'mma think on life and I'd die for it
Made a mill, you ain't even know it
Tell Iluminati I'm down for it
Call
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