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10,000 paper planes
Oh no no no no no no let me go
Ah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah here it goes
Oh no no no no no no let me go
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

In my life the biggest risk is never rolling dice
I put in 10,000 hours it was over night
Flipped my sorrows into chances now i'm holding tight

have thought, I'd be so Genius. 

They grab work then they drop names, What you go by and your blocks name
From Chitown to Chiraq, Tell Bump J it's a lot

won't let me go
Though quite a lot has changed
Controlled by aggression
I strangle new blossom
Young, tamed and imprisoned
I'm a maniac
Chained to my

God Said Lyte

MC Lyte

Da Undaground Heat, Vol. 1

2003

also creatin'
The dope, def rhyme that is always bein' taken
By a sucker MC that wants to be like me, like me
No trait of originality, none whatsoever

all the shit that real niggas posed to do
If you fail that’s on you, can’t never let em blame us naw

10,000 blue dead heads stuffed in duffle
The money

let her get a nut out me
I'm still vicious by myself one man army

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me
Baby, baby, baby... it's

Green comet
Coming by now
I don't wanna wait another fifty thousand years now
I wanna go to space
I wanna see
The universe
I wanna be
With you

Afraid of Me

Twiztid

The Green Book

2003

I'm so, hidden and you're never gonna see
I'm cold, forgiven all because of my beliefs
I'm no, body that you ever want to be
Cause I know that

Cabaret

10,000 Maniacs

The Earth Pressed Flat

1999

Music by 10,000 Maniacs - Lyrics by Mary Ramsey
Shards of glass cut through my gaze
Broken streamers hanging at my legs
Drunk and giddy full

the future is a mystery
Sometimes I'm cold and alone
I need some time to my own
I be so deep in my mufuckin' brain I don't even know who to talk to
I roll up

And I'm just looking like my pops
Got 10,000 hours and I can't put it in a watch
How I'ma be the author if I let 'em write the plot
That's like

were discovered, our love would be history
By keeping it on the down low baby, 
Our love remains a mystery
You know that I love you, of this there is no

My Country Tis of Thee is drowning in its misery
Making all the same mistakes, cause we forget our history
And it's a mystery to me, why we won't

The Mystery (Who Is God?)

Rakim

The 18th Letter

1997

the mystery will be known
Check Revelations and Genesis, St. Luke and John
It even tells us we are Gods in the Holy Qu'ran
Wisdom Strength and Beauty, one

clear
You can body me that is impossible
It ain't Flow V then is irrelevant
I go by name Flow you should
Remember that
I hump on the beat like a maniac

"Let's be friends" I can't handle the pressure
I can't even handle depression
That's not even to mention
What are your true intentions?
Please baby don't

for money, but to show you truth
Yeah, I can be cold as ice too, Solo Maniac, and I'm breaking through

You all better Make ROOM!

When I resume this

This book was written by a mother fucking maniac
I'm passed off at the world  I need to blaze a sack
Now ima take it back to the old school
You got

Let's rewind for a second
Divided into sections
Divine intervention
Before life influence my preferences
I'm Tom Sawyer painting white picket fences

home...I made it home
In the fading light brought by night
Always made it home ...coming home

It's a longing place to be alone when your off and far away

you a check
Imma pay off all your debt
Don't get fooled by these baguettes
I'm a rapper baby
Niggas treat me like the adapter baby
I'm plugged so when

And no, you ain't love me, baby, baby
'Til I prove to you what I'ma really be, baby, baby, hold up

Don't go fall in love before the outro
Let me prove

mind go
I come to find that hoe in the bed with my bro
So i grab her by the hair and let the tensions unfold
Never again will i put trust or bust a nut