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my track
I'm Afro I day enter my trap
I do things I dey see them by far, hmm
Me no sleeping on my emotion
Me cast and bind morning devotion
Open eyes

gone b4 the alarm rings
I rain hells fire in the darkness
Sparks flyin' all u find are bodies when the fog lifts
Wage war Im way more then they came for

no one hear the noises
I can imagine the faces
Joyless
Spewing nonsense out there braces
Four eyes
Know it all's
Ones but not aces
Let me tell you
It's

quiet play dumb
808 slave drum
this is what i came from

i spit this fukishima
for clifford the dreamer
aint wit my hunger games
you can suck my peter

cast by no one 
That there's nothing between me and the midday sun 
 
I'm dying here x4 
My dandelion mind has been blown and I'm on my own

Did the water
Get heavy and overrun the town
Or did people come knock 'em down?
Are they trying to help 'em out
Or trying to kick 'em out?
When you see

her stuff now she rad 
Cut her off she go out sad 
Leveled up ooh she mad 
Yeah our 12 months went by fast 
Ooo what I mean what I meant by dat 
Fugazi

Started out above halfway now I'm heavyweight
Shift the paperweight away from banks into francs, euros, yen and pes'
You a lapdog to a rat bitch
Takin'

4. Godfather

Mesmerize my existence 
No one knows and never will
Ignorance brought me pleasure 
So the seven deadly sins

Hear me and my calling

I need a break from the loud and the mad
And the fast interstates and a big town
I'm just a down-homesick, tryna-make-a-buck boy
Lookin' for

Sipping drank but not the 4
Straight duesse without the coke
Catch a plane, I gotta go
Another week to hit the road and then return home broke
Im sick

Blood on Your Hands

Aztlan Underground

Sub-Verses

1999

devious tale
I'm talkin about the country from which you all hail
Built on the bodies of Indians and slaves
A story of destiny and the land that it craves

Mail lady dropping it off and we lit
(We litty) we got them percs by the 'script
And I know trappers that's serving that pit
4, 000 bottles in VIPs
I got

Gotta Find a Way

Grim Skunk

Fieldtrip

I got a real problem with your attitude
I take your messed-up world and throw it back at you
You make me sick with all your endless fighting
You cast

that glitters ain't gold
Jimmy Hendricks in his prime with 4 years to go
So I claim the streets shall inherit the game
My seeds shall inherit my name

twelve years a slave

Uh (it was only yesterday)

Uh, my grandfather getting knuckled by the pepper spray
More fire, Brixton riot like a renegade

past
I’m geared up for this four lane, my dye is cast

America

Frukwan

Life

2003

science and bombs, tricks of the trade
Obedient slave, look and beyond the page
Being born dark shaded, marked and hated
Caught on drugs, that's what