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2016

the path, bring them back to the Mass
The staff can be your microphone
Your name is Common
You was born to fight the norm
Take house niggas outta darkness

damn crowd
Then bring a frown to my friend [?] warn you
Background check for the chopper
[?] imposters
The murder rate ain't back down yet
[?]

blasted through the Caribbean
Hitting with incredible force
As Irma moves north, the Caribbean is dealing with the aftermath of the storm
The British Virgin

Soon as I go to grasp at the sheet, my voice says, no, you can't have him, he's mine
Moon Shine floats through tracks like a leech, might take out

in the morgue
Eldest son of the family, I wish I was warned
Of the dangers that this life could bring, walking through the storms
I was running out

the spot. Let's meet up later and bring Jada through."
Prom flashed, I kept it cool
We show up to the function where she brought a change of clothes
I'm

like trying (I, yeah)
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin' me (tellin')
"Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbin'" (climbin')
I admit it, I

Chopper

Fam-Lay

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

damn crowd
Then bring a frown to my friend [?] warn you
Background check for the chopper
[?] imposters
The murder rate ain't back down yet
To the nigga

will bring you cash 
You did this shit since school always followed the mass

cnything in this world I'll give it to you 
I can't guide your hand but I

a suit of loot

You're surreal (That's one raw (big) deal)
You're surreal
Far too cerebral (enhanced appeal)
For mass appeal (I want my girls real)

You

While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like norman bates
Tell me if I'm tripping

Seven o'clock, I was upstairs
I was on the keyboard making

they storm through the gate
Psycho just like norman bates
Tell me if I'm tripping

Yeah, it's gonna be the shit, wait 'till you hear this, man
You

the "Merc" in "Merciless" (What?)
This cutlass is the hearse you gonna get
(Aye) best respect my range
I smear like stains (Huh?)
You want storms? I'll bring

chains
Push through all the pain

Bring your flood, I rise
Go for blood, I rise
You can damn me straight to hell 
But my storm you cannot quell

I rise
You

make it through the night I hope new meaning is found
And every time it storms I hope you know that I'm safe
May not be with you in person but my spirits

one key
Duets by Rossini and waltzes by Strauss?
And can you, as cats do, begin with a 'C'
(Ahh) that always triumphantly brings
Down the house?

of the past
(Thing of the past)
Mothafucking club hopping was suppose to last
(Suppose to last) but all I see
Is niggas by the mass (By the mass)
Fuck even

Tell Me If I’m Trippin

Brotha Lynch Hung

Strangeulation, Vol. 2

2015

While they storm through the gate
Psycho just like norman bates
Tell me if I'm tripping

Seven o'clock, I was upstairs
I was on the keyboard making

evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural

the past tear apart by sharp 
edges of glass shards.  Smashed where they start. 
No remedy the way it seems.  So, I bring 
meaning to memories like they were

to help people get through their days
Instead of just staying in the dumps, just keep going.
Bring light to the situation, maybe, you know,
Try to find your

on
A bunch of other drugs, hugs don't really matter
I'm smoking, it don't matter this life it don't matter
Been thru hell an back I'm just done all battered

Yeah
God bless the fam, God bless the homies
Where do I begin, too many testimonies
Let the choir sing a hymn, this here's a special moment
Devil

CORROSION. YOU WON'T SAY A WORD. WHY WON'T YOU LOOK MY WAY? AS WE GAZE THROUGH THE WINDOW, THE ASH STORM BEGINS TO RAIN. IRON OXIDE TELLS THE DIFFERENCE -