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never felt sicker man
Consumed by the flame in the fire like I'm Wicker Man
Three course meal - deez other rappers is dinner man
They poppin' off put some

Mirror mirror on the wall who the baddest of em all?
(P h L y by the way)
You got this thing make ya boy wanna sing (Damn)
For real thou, I’ll get

all night
Never been with wasting time
Best believe I'll make it right

Everybody wishing me well
Let the world know how I felt
Sun gets hotter by

never felt sicker man
Consumed by the flame in the fire like I'm Wicker Man
Three course meal - deez other rappers is dinner man
They poppin' off put some

under
Why, why, why

Just three days ago
After that talk
I just want to know how you're getting by
Bye, bye, bye

Holding my heart in my hands

I got three towns behind me and 21 to go

left everything I knew in a ditch along the road

You should do it too, let the wind show the way

Let your

embers that I light
I'm precise 'bout what I write
My mic Col. Mustard with a pipe, uh

So put your hands to the ceiling
Wave 'em all around like you lost

We met in the summer 3rd of July
Knew you were the one in your shirt and tie
We held hands and laughed walking by the lake
Five years have past

you say
Or break away
Or save it up for a holiday
Time flows on weight-laden wrists
Gears turned by the Riddlemaker’s fist
Questions of sands in a glass

hand will serve your defeat
The Νέμεσις day to you I swear
The fire of Doom will burn you in fear
She's got patience, doesn’t matter

Behold, bless the LORD, all ye servants of the LORD, who by night stand in the house of the LORD.
2Lift up your hands in the sanctuary, and bless

out

Plus I'm too on job to hear u open ur mouth
Unless moneys coming out
I'll be intreaged in the amount

Lemmie count dah count dah
1 bag
2 bag
3 bag

And the evening news comes in by satellite
About the Arabs and the Israelites
Seems that somebody's Gods always trying to pick a fight

How many more must fall

Rollercoaster Ride by   Tony Erskine 
V1
I’ve got so much to tell you, 
I haven’t seen ya in a while
Your gonna laugh,  seeing me towering over dad

worries.   

Chorus

Verse 3
With each year, sometimes a tear, oh her days can be trying. 
With Gods hand, she makes a stand, in a world that's crying.

her walls
One hand on the kitty fishtailing out the mall
No I ain't impressed by you niggas what your stats like
I just rolled another three five

V1, Got my heart in your hand, 'cause I love you so
Gonna shout it out loud so the world knows
What an amazing lady you really are
In my life you've

on blowing my spot like I ain't gonna say shit
Keep a glock four three on me tell your man I'm dangerous
Yeah four five bands on me baby we can take a trip
I

and misses jane
Make it three miss whats ya name they call me the great dane
Josefina would you care to share a night filled with cocaine
With the realest

Suffering at the hands of a dying world
Those who ask will recompose
A feeling of distraught an unwelcoming thought
The fault in my heart
What is this ritual

Innocent black bodies laying dead in the street
All over crack sales or by the hands of police
So I care less about clothes cars and jewelry
Leave that for

'bout the day where they can all live in paradise
Wouldn't it be nice?

The days slip by like sand right though my fingertips
You never really think what

had a pedicure since Bush inaugie
But still you treat me like you just don’t understand
But I know that that’s because they aint never forced your hand

Pick up the sticks here we go
1, 2, 3, 4 on the road again
It’s the way it goes
All the way home
Home
She knocked on your door
Heart in her hand