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ah no on black
Stay woke or you die fast
To live iga abu a die hard
Oku a week bu ten kpa
Main reason nji eh use by pass
Pastors Dey judge
Their

hour of rec
My transfer still 'round, Grant Parish ain't designated me yet
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' heat
I experienced what I

Like Friday after next
Mike Epps
Hit the lotto
The freaks come out
Showtime
The apollo
Don't lose your head
On a horse from a hollow
Men don't steal
Hey

ain't thinkin bout tomorrow
Like Friday after next
Mike Epps
Hit the lotto
The freaks come out
Showtime
The apollo
Don't lose your head
On a horse from

Middle of the Night

Eightball & MJG

Tha Remix Album

2005

It's just something bout the moon and the stars
And the dark blue sky that turns me on
I be chillin' in the day by the time somthing down
Gotta get

The Show Must Go On

Insane Clown Posse

The Riddle Box

1995

ya
It's a full moon and the riddle's are calling
Three more cards and the sky's will be falling
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown
Wicked

gon' pay your bills
'cause the hills in some
Fields for the thrill put that
Ass in his face
Don't try and judge a book by it's cover
Momma said judge

Right about now, MWA court is in full effect
Judge DUC presiding in the case of MWA
Versus the Sumerian economy
Prosecuting attorneys are Notorious

I'm back now

{Verse 3}

Life's up, living it full moon
Mass Graves, wit freak b****es
And huge emblems
Oragami, Kilojoules, diesel engines

Priming

Ta ta na na na wroom wroom
Bass to the face container’s my room
Headphones and battery's full
When i lied on the roof, just watched at the moon

Ta

her good ya
Then let her on with her night

Another day goes
Another day goes

You're half moon love
You're half moon love
Cause you always full of shit

to the bag
Need the cash up close better view
They gone judge him off his hue
Off his tone
How he speak
How he grow
How he move
She gone judge a nigga
Off his

the panoramic
We breeze by know you can't stand it
See it through cuz it's full proof
They hate cuz they wanna be you
They want you gone cuz they can't see you

moon
And your a full ass pitcher
With the orange peel twisted
And you got me in your pouch like a kangaroo
You make me sing like an angel
Mind freak

dead faces
Back ten paces, I left half my marbles
In bars full of glass jars, clasped in my carpals
Startled by light, like a rabbit in a seizure
Please,

Holocaust (Silkworm)

RZA

RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo

1998

the Dr. of Doom 

My lyrics bloom on bafoons and take flight like witches brooms 

That full moon on all you dumb-dumbs 

Watch your filthy rise away

Communal dinner in the banana grove
Frogs are croaking, moon's almost full
Too many musicians, too many wills
Too many stories, Too much time to kill

I'm sick and tired, people always try to judge on us
We ain't cool boy, shut the fuck up

I don't wanna listen to the bullshit that you spew dog
I be

the G's, Full Moon and Palm Trees. Meditating in the breeze. 

Chant 4x: It was Picture Picture Picture Perfect nigga

Verse 2: Pablo was the Man. Yea He had

mind you’re laced with
Don’t you dare decide for me
My life is full of tragedies
The curse it caused insanity
The freaks that talk inside of me
You

full intensity and rock climbing cus' you got me on
Mount Rushmore and
Besides you came for it
And who am I to judge
If you just trynna fuck
Cus' if it’s

wherever we go
You can get outline in walk chalk if you don’t reload
Freak hoe, it’s free throw as far as she go
Stay with blue, and all that green Drakken

little niggas
Under bright little bubbles and the moon
Homies roll it right it don't ever hit like mine
long as this shit get me high, I'm like fuck it

don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella