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I am like a tree and every lyric is a timb
Spilled brews and greasy foods got my car smelly
Some be so high, they believe they fly like R. Kelly

When I raise it so high
No one knows where you are
Going to take over the kingdom
But my name ain't scar
I was born to be a king
Young simba's the call

feat. Jim Jones, Hell Rell, JR Writer

Cam'ron:
See the problem is I ain't goin' nowhere
You could shoot at me, you could stab at me
Take ya best

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Energy, I'm the enemy of Great Satan
USA that made us slaves
Pray to Lord, send us down His favorite son
I can't take

The Murder Mystery

The Velvet Underground

Peel Slowly and See

1995

and adults all

Thos under ninety, how
Truly disgusting. Would you please put it down? a stray in this fray is
No condom worth
Saving, as king I'm quite

The Murder Mystery

The Velvet Underground

The Velvet Underground

1969

disgusting. Would you please put it down? a stray in this fray is no condom worth saving, as king I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe

say is fake fake with a double K
I write what i like i am the author
You are a writer but you getting orders from the lable
Am the G with the double S
I

Operation: Greenbacks

MF Doom

Operation: Doomsday

1999

from which you spent the night by accident, I creep like a ninja
When the mack is bent, who can give one fuck?
Get bucked, get broke up like

So over you is the greatest enemy a
Man can have and that is
Fear i know some of you are
Afraid to listen to the truth
You have been raised on fear

don't know where she lives (damn, damn, damn)
So you call a ho momma (uh), it ring three times
"Hey Ms. Jones, how you been?" (Hey Ms. Jones)
First

Okay, so this is Outlaws Mind. It will be track number five on the seven
track album, Outlaws Mind, but there is a long pause for a little

out of the south
I was shocked at how strongly Wallace was associated with Alabama and its people.
You know, Racism is a worldwide problem,
And has been

threatened
Every time your lady speaks she speaks to me
Threatened half of me you'll never be
So you should feel threatened by me
(The king has risen)

What

a balance, didn't come for the status
But my mother responsible, she raised me so lavish
"Look, son, you're a king" were the words that she recited
And they

on the plantation, guns blazin' like Django
I know, you heard it all a million times, huh?
The feelin' gone, now all you hear is rhymes, huh?
George Zimmerman still

mighty
She Colgate with the white teeth
She told me she for life see
She hold me til I die G
So Tri Tri
Do you love me
Are you wifey
For lifey
Got a ring b

his murder on my phone 
so all the world could see it too
By the time the news was known 
George was already home,
his sacrifice made while he was

[02:01.21] Why don’t you police police 
[02:02.31] When they are killing ppl week by week of color tryna make it decent living? 
[02:05.15] Type em in and you

a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd

I see your love so compassion in me up
Yeah 
This is where we go
My king and we say
Come come(spirit we need you in life,in our illness God)
Spirit

they deal, if you will
Is legitimate and that other line
I mentioned refers to "E, " Emory Jones
His an associate who served roughly ten
Years with

is "Aye!"
Why, why, "Aye!", stop it stop it "Aye!"
My cock a rocket cock over so I can pop it "Aye!"
You fake old G's is corny, wack me and my breeze

Push It

Cam'ron

Diplomatic Immunity, Vol. 2

2004

is "Aye!"
Why, why, "Aye!", stop it stop it "Aye!"
My cock a rocket cock over so I can pop it "Aye!"
You fake old G's is corny, wack me and my breeze

When you kiss my lips at the ER tonight
Serenade me with your memories of sad songs
Wouldn't poor George Jones just drop dead at the sigh
Of our fingers