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Ready to tear it up
Ready? I'm ready to tear it down
Ready? I'm ready to burn it up
Ready? I'm ready to burn it down
Ready to tear it up
Ready? I'm

, and tear the club up
You too boring for the bitch, get your funds up
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, all these diamonds in the face
Fuck around and turn

And if you got a club don't let no fuck niggas in
It's real niggas born again
I'm getting up in age but it ain't over for me
Still opening up doors like I

Gives way to a rebirth, a brand new day

The burning sting
Still picks and prods
Endless voices ringing out
A convoy blairs out, a warning
Blinded by my

home by the summer
It's been raining so much it's been a bummer
She's a track star so she's a runner
Before you go here goes my number
Hit me up cause

there
Gyeah 
Let's see what heaven's weed'll
Do to me
And by the way, your daughter's 
Growing up so beautifully 
This is my Eulogy

of art
It would tear you apart if you knew
Can I get an amen in here? (Amen)
This magic is fueled by your heart
But the dreams in his eyes were untrue
He

That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by

know, he's represented by a clarinet....

The part of the Grandfather will be played by Don Amiche.
He... what?
Can't make it?  Oh.  Huh.
Okay, um, hmm,

Let's roll and burn it all for fun

Aiming for a one and done
Kept spinning thoughts til rising sun

Don't bring a gun
Kill them with your word
And say

count up)
Rubber band, duffle bag, count up the money
(Count it up)
Hundred bands, double up, count up the money
(Woo, count it up)
Fours in the double

Bro got that work stashed up in the closet
I'm serving this lean by the Bucket
Hell cat on the scene its a rocket
I keep bands on me
Walk in no id
Hoe

roller. 
Flow got a rebirth, them verses pack up in strollers.

Herb come by the drovers, 
Say don't mistake it for clovers, 
Cause I ain't lucky I just

them nailed to crosses 
Crucifixions in our true religion 
It's all by design 
F*** a superstition 
Let the black cat out the bag 
If you come across it

cash
Aye

I'm makin' moves like the Flash
Knuckles is brass 
Smoking on gas got this green like it's grass
Goin' up fast
Sit yo' ass down like you pray

Intro:

Hey you,
What’s updog?
Did you find a way to make it feel right, 
In your own head?
Or did they tear you up
And let you hang dry?

Verse 1:

on your shoulder and push
Weight with the rest of us heathens
Curse name 21st century
Bang a molecule let it burst I concur destiny
How many melons heads

Bringing tears up in my eyes
But know I hustle for a purpose
Know you stronger wen you cry
Use yo tears fo yo rebirth and you gone learn to touch the sky

lil' young nigga with money, they fear it (Let's go)
Fly like an airline, but ain't talking Spirit
They ass then woke up a monster
Booted up, all of this

And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was

we'll all be dead

Jackhammer pounding up inside my head
Staccato rhythm got me hangin' by a thread
Drill press screamin' oh please just make it stop
Life

little by little 
When she walked in that building it's like my world got little 
I won't continue the story cause ill get choked up little 
But you knew

Love Song

Jean Grae

Attack of the Attacking Things

2002

cry
Makes her wipe away his tears and it hurts
They always leave return crazy, so she doesn't flirt
Spends time warning the babies
Goes through

Just like a big brass band
That makes me want to sing

It’s not rocket science
It’s not as if we’re swallowing the sun
just a little artistic/poetic/