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a beast
You can hear me holler at the full moon
Columbine High, settin' fire to school rooms
No way, Jose Canseco
Pop popular guys at the pop of the bank-o

hyping all this pills and weed music bro 
Take drugs and go to the moon, junkies the new astronauts 


Talent never dies they are like stones 
It’s up

Yeah drink, but I ain't got a drinking problem you dig
Shit I work hard for mine, so I deserve one
Don't judge me, know what I'm saying

I'm living

How far does this rabbit hole go?
Begging to the moon to come and take my soul
Hanging by a thread swinging from a noose the pain takes a toll
Roll

Lost in Tha System

Da Lench Mob

Guerillas in tha Mist

1992

never be my brother
The simple fact the motherfucker had the wrong skin color
Yo, I told the judge, don't even try it
He gave me a year for startin'

pillars that you can perceive
When He rose above the throne in a manner that suits His majesty, He has subjected the
Sun and the moon to each running its

as Juneau, this wouldn’t be my first filleted heart
Lover you know, love is work love is art
Honey moon when it’s full watch it shimmer from afar
But that

Come and stay high with the rhythm I got
Take a shot and drive by with a sinister plot
I'm the one whose flow fly with the engine all hot
Fly with

mustache gets mad poon

Spooky as fuck mansions gloomy Tut tombs
Make a mustache man sadly miss mushrooms
Once pursued on a cube
By a room full of Boos
Now

down, self conscious, made me anti
I found comfort on a Twitter page 
Where they would never see my face
They could only judge me by the things I say

where the dishes are cleaned
Most people think
They can keep up with sTRAPPy
But they always run out of steam
Don't judge a book
By the way that it's

tools here to have fun
Like a tank full of man-eating plankton
Or a smooth henchman with a handgun
So whilst I'm busy dislodging Norway
You'll spend all

the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones

Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm

Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones

Choppa

Middle of the Night

MJG

No More Glory

1997

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

Hoping it be over soon
Still I catch myself lost staring at the moon
But I was doomed from the start
Cuhz having a golden heart won't get you far
This life

I was sixteen (Oh!)
I'm just crazy
Don't listen to me
Crazy well maybe
Judge for yourself
One time I ate a pineapple
By myself
One two three times
In

shit
Too true for all them fake heads
Out here starving and crawling
Claiming they made men

Read 'em cover to cover
judge a book by its title
Lived

on socials wit it 
When that postal hittin 
I need full commitment 
cnd Understand we by pass all restrictions 
But the lord may miss ya when u ask

With each passing moon
The Greek goddesses gaze upon you
Your elegance with jealousy
Unmatched by none mortal
You are a star which brightens my night

braided flowers in my hair
So sweet was the summer air

I'm to meet my groom down by the sea
A perfect stranger to correct me

The judges arrive in pairs

I can tell by your vibe you're good guy and you'll stand out from the pack
In a sea full of asshole bros from the frat, keep doing your thing and keep

have a mom's grace
Breath to me, brother, I wanna see your face
How deep can you go, I don't need to know
Just go step by step on a life's chainsaw
You

judge you
On your thot ways
Cause I'm a thot to
Mami that's how i play
You a freak
But in the streets
You a lady
That trick you be doing
With your tongue

Now I'm viewed as a money bag
Can tell by your posture
The question that you gonna ask
Brothers killing each other
Over this sucker shit
Y'all keep