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of the vapors
I don't mean to be hostile, but if I'm going to get vilified
For trying to be lawful and become employed 
I much rather throw up finger then be

II. Zealots of Stockholm (Free Information)

Childish Gambino

Because the Internet

2013

Arlanda, hotel to the bar
Young girl with an accent with her back bent
Ass out to the whole world
We can vibe out for tonight
Stepping outside for

He was a man with no name
Just some brushes and paint
With no head for the world
He was no priest nor a saint
And he had too much emotion
Friends

relational guns
Send for weed drinking Jamaican rum
I only run between the moon and New York City
With a crew that get busy
Like Bizzie be winning in the night

abe hai ni samay mere paas
Kami paiso ki tabhi kehchuli pencil ki I'm just shedding
For a baggage of money banna amir its not funny no not funny

Ha yeh

What They Call Us?

Tru

Tru 2 da Game

1997

borrow from another nigga  aha 

and I'd never work for the white man (never) 



some say we dealers  they call us killas 

who we be 

TRU

Invader Tribe be the brand dawg
I could never really stand y'all
See you reaching for ya hip, shit
Ray gun on me it's a stand off
Beskar like I'm

reaching for stars
Business manager
Ain't the only one who want a autograph
I embody greatness
Demigod
And she who by my side
Will have the best laugh
We

flex of mine
Never been the goat, but I got the sauce
That little kid never missed the gun, always stood tall

Y'all had your groups, I was in them all

pocket)
(And no one to relieve him of his cash)
(The deal's set for the gallery, doc)
(And Jimmy Hagovich will run interference for you)
(I don't want

Me or the Papes

Jeru the Damaja

Wrath of the Math

1996

my mental, she was scheming on my mint
Evil inten-tion, to de-plenish the fund
She tried to juice me with the pussy cept for, the mask and gun
I was

Agree

History has been written by a colonizer

Taught black men to hate self 

And never wise up

Now the oppression is given to Asians

Aliens

Swimteam Rastas

The Step Brothers

Lord Steppington

2014

relational guns
Send for weed drinking Jamaican rum
I only run between the moon and New York city 
With a crew that get busy like Bizzie be winning
And in

heard em tellin' lies saying nothing wrong
And I'll be ready to die by the end of this song
And my sinning come alive if I done wrong
No love songs, watch

promised the Fam all of my niggas a few of my bitches uh
Kiki Shepard rub show love to the genie
I'm granting em wishes (oouu oouu oouu)
Far by minding your

the eye
Bullets fly, you can run, you can't hide
I done died for my jewels, this ain't cool
Put a gun to my head, I said boom
I worked hard for this shit, I

the shoes
Please let me breathe in your sweet poison
Vapors as we speed through the night between skyscrapers
Rolling papers extra bullets by your feet

the money
Stepping for the shoes
Please let me breathe in your sweet poison
Vapors as we speed through the night between skyscrapers
Rolling papers extra

Nigga play me like I’m pussy he gone pay for that 
Hit for a check and then I bubbled like some vapor max 
Don’t say it’s pressure I might pull up in

Told em hold they crowns cuz I'm comin' for they king spot
Lil baby on candy, she gone suck me like a ring pop
Fuck a shooter, Imma slay these giants

repulsed
by guns, but drugs had their run on my compassion and it stunk
But I shoveled crap and dung into positive outcomes
To pray and count ones that stuck

the Ruger in


The kings portrait laid inside
The hand car frame
Hung over the fireplace admired
By the peasants
Present some evidence for things you
Mention

For them pussies who be hating cuz we screatching
Drive by shots went off that dude leaking
That shits whack people over there was shrieking
Yea my

Niggas know I'm straight thug
Niggas know I'm gooned up ride by your spot
Shoot your fucking living room up
Nigga must on that lean
Cause he got me