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Dinner served
Waited on by members of the Scourge
Clergymen in furs praying grace and saying slurs
While the baseline cures
It's said fate won't

future by painting it vividly
Stacking my wins through realistic imagery
Visible footnotes you can follow me perfectly
Jot it down in your diary when you

dreams deep and for a long time
Ambition is not about me
I will pass my life

By my decision, I tore off my own wings

I thought I'll start my own life
I

a dream
It was all a dream, it was all a dream
It was all a dream
I'm paralyzed by my motivation
What's the price of ambition? It comes with separation
I'm

and I'm turnt I had a dream
Had to turn it down, life ain't what it seem
Now I got these chains, yeah, they glisten, yeah they beam
Group full of killers

With you, smoke with you, yeah
I know you think the shit I say
But you just wanna misuse me and lie
Said that I ain't never cared
You left yo' diary by

Halfway House

Rosanne Cash

Rhythm & Romance

1985

The summer was the killer
Between our hearts and minds
Every day a drama
Dragging by in quarter time

By summer it was over
I couldn't see it

kapa
Vuta shisha baba toa chapaa na badili chupa bapa kwa bapa
We wanna do we gonna do we wanna chill na home boys
Dream come true dreams came true we

to
stoop to violence
Still might rip a Smith to smithereens
c bit extreme, you satisfying a killer's dream
With the trillest team
I seen bitter beams

I ain't playin with em no mo
I got killers that love me they on go
Nigga i got respect by the boatload
New whip got a lotta horse power
I ain't

Symphony

Method Man

The Meth Lab

2015

the mortician, you know that shovel is on me
To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely

I'm all about the Benjy's
But that bring jealousy and envy

dream shit
Momma get abused by niggas
They claiming they need shit
While hearing from her now
Telling me i won't be shit
Relations that i had
From bitches

contaminated by the diseases of the soul which dies
Red shiny ink spills our luxuriant opera on-yellow dusty pages
Bathe with sweet nectar flowing from-aching

In those dreams I have every night
No matter where I go
In those diaries that I write
In hotel rooms sleeping alone
You haunt my every thought
Won't

Yeah, SKG The Dream
You know what it is
Dedicated to the women (Love y'all)
The day is cold and a girl is born
There's dangers in life but she still

Filling up
A bag a kill a nigga fast
Solid as a rock ford tough
Built To Last yea I get to
The bag by any Means with
Tone and gleam yea sixty fifteen
Rest

All I had was my mic
I had dreams of being rich and living high on the hog
A house in the woods by the lake made out of log
But to get it I had to get

Surrounded by things that I can't comprehend
Surrounded by people who all go to their end
Wandering people all twisted within
When all is done,

Did I forget to mention it’s happy bar hour slaying music by the day killing beats by the hours writing lyrics in a minute I ain’t bound to finish

guaranteed, let me know and I'ma go out there and get it,
So much to see, it's like life's a dream, be a wife to me, take my hand, get ready, let's go out

Strawberry Hill

Red House Painters

Red House Painters [I]

1993

me
I can hear her twirling the ice with her fingers
She's got that half-dead look in her eyes by now
She worries about me

He's not like the
The other

KILLER KISS
Words & Music by Eric Stuart

Show me the road to my salvation
I'll tell you the tightrope I must walk
She's like a one-way conversation

Gold digger
Hoe killer
Soul filler

Gold digger, lied about the love she want a 4 figure 
Hoe killer, coulda done the same but I was no quitter
Soul

please
Go by what the fuck I see
Cutthroat killer make them bleed
It's crazy that's life
Seen him everyday, till he died
Don't judge no woman don't judge