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meet his maker when he off his feet
Prepare the execution
By the time I'm done with you, you gon stop movin
Prepare for the comedown
I ain't gonna push

really love you and she wish she can be you.
It's amazing how we were friends soul got in to me
Cant  love you by myself because it's done with God's

don't you fall asleep
Until I tell say you're free to go
You were never sweet
But now it's empty
With you gone
Please stop by
Because I'll be here for

Had to make up a word
To describe how I feel
I'm paranoid as hell
You can't tell by how I'm living
Damn nigga smile why you always looking serious
I

pain then what’s bout to be Dealt
I’ll speed through on the highway with no Seatbelt
Just to prove that ya dudes done ok for himself
I could this fly so

to show me love (Love)
I know you like it rough (Rough)
Yeah let me drop this tip in yo thong off
Before the DJ gets to cutting this song off
I can go all

seawater, oceans appear
Awe-struck I fall to my knees

When it's my time to go I hope that it's
slow
So I pay for the things that I've done
No words should be

it with a RAW
They done let my homie ina door he like John Wall
If I lose it all in one day back to stacking (Dough)
Dude ass say he gettin money nigga

You can't live in the future
Without paying for the past
One foot in front of the other
But don't try to go too fast

You can't see the big picture

done magic mushrooms for the very first time
And yeah I’m tripping yeah you could of guessed
I feel like my hearts bout to jump out my chest
Cos I’m

thread for wolves in sheep's clothing
Green in the eye with the devil by my side
Do you feel the way it's creeping up your spine
Do you feel the itch
Now

The answers fall short, and the odds seem too long,
For all we've done right, we do so much more wrong.
We've pulled the curtain back, and we know

Black Market

Black Market Militia

The Black Market Militia

2005

the sands of time, stampeded by a million broncos
Through the congo, beneath the cosmos, Priest the 5th apostle
I'm like Picasso, I paint a hot flow,

Empty Shells

Pistol Grip

Another Round

not until he's done

[Pre-Chorus]

Mommy mommy look at your creation
Look at the misery you have made
Daddy daddy please don't let me fall down
It's

get out what you put in
Even though it feels like we done been through it all
I don't
Wanna put myself through no withdrawal
So I'm
I'ma try to make it

I’ve killed your reputation
Don’t you love it?
Tue l’amour
I’ll be your 
Provocateur
 
Now they’re breaking down our door
“Death to all provocateurs!”

don't match so we just my be done for

All month we kept rollin' the dice
Nobody ever fucked me like you did, could you stay tonight?
Compatibility

You belive what you wanna belive,
but I don't wanna have you by my side
Made me see what you wanted me to,
but true colours were shown in a fight
No

Sick of humans today, so let down by these dark jokes about our condition
Never really done enough to work at anything for myself. Fingers not quite

away

After all is said and done I look back
Nothing left undone, no tears
No regrets, lessons learned
But little benefit
Compared to what I could have

By the age of 36 he had done all he would do
He'd run away from one home, had the scars to show it too
A red headed danger he had always fought

faker
No paper, I'm greater
So don't bet on me if you bet on losing
It's so soothing who y'all choosing
I'm still puking, who y'all fooling
Tierra Whack

TO BELLA, she's got it all,
Right on the money, right on the ball,
The Stars and Stripes, the Red, White, and Blue,
President Abzug, here's to you!

As for

I feel like I should warn you, caution and inform you
Body is all black and blue, face a deathly greyish hue
Workin’ on a quart of brown, one turned