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meaning
I tend to find lies in the things that they teach us
The prodigal turned to the prodigy
I read books and I'm into philosophy
I'm aware of the maps

touch into their heart piece" (what?)
I can't understand their love for me I'd call it apathy (i call it apathy)
Sit here by myself talk to the stars

to you my confession make it my profession to rest with you the best of you is part of me lyin next to you my fetish is camaraderie ima prodigy theres goes

breaking them off
Some of them laying in a pad of Funk, keeping your speakers bumpin
The migitty miggity Mac came to get a wall
And my pants to the back

Diamond

Prodigy

H.N.I.C. [Clean]

2000

thing that calm us down is more dollars
We need NBA cash, the yachts, the labs
The Porsche, Ferrari, the Hummer, you mad?
AK-90, the sigs, the macs

left his body cold without a trace
Think that boy gon' need a grave
Walk in, turn it to a rave
Goonie prodigy debate is really not a
She from Jordan we

this does?
Add to a trail of hatred
Twenty twelve was taped for the world to see
Set us back another four hundred years
This is modern day slavery

informed like Snow y'all 
Producer's Assistant picked up my phone call 
So the wrath of the ubsa is finna blow y'all 
Look college ain't like a different

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing

The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is rapping
Rap, rap, rapping
The mind is rapping, ho
The mind is rapping, yo
The mind is

Told the world ain't no stopping me
Ima go & get my money like monopoly
Blessed by God I'm a prodigy
And I know it ain't easy to be loving me
No

go! 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, you gon' see
Ain't no thing, bitch, I'm on
Bitch, I'm kickin' through the door
Yeah, 8-18, H O P
Bet on me, Prodigy

On the phone, tryin' to bone cause I miss ya
Back on the streets I'm losin' focus
I'm hopeless
Homies dyin' over small time dope shit
Keep my finger on my Mac man

Where your cameras at
Arabian gangsters with a passion gap
Every day is action packed, no matter if it’s night
Or the suns up, sleep interrupted by a drug

rhymes
Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with
The MAC-10 by the seats for the jackers
The jealous-ass crackers in the blue suit's

better know where your God is
Before my plagues hit your poor lord
I leave more doors crossed while
You're crossing into Mordor

Excuse me! Your rhythm is

no more challenges 
 
In less than 2 years 
 
You're back 
 
(Man afor tell you, if you don't know) 
 
Why now? 
 
Why Jump into a fish bowl that's

a lil drive by
In the cul-de-sac
Hit that boy with a Mac
That's a bloody rag
Hit a milf in back
Get ya honey back
Yea these bitches attract
Now I'm finna

Mazdas, Tammy and Natasha
The menage-a-trois is at my crib
Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin' 50
Sacks in the back of Ac's
Windows cracked, so sit back relax

Somebody's Watching

dc Talk

Solo

2001

the middle of the night
Toby Mac

I always feel like somebody's watching me
Watch baby, watch baby, He got my back
See I'm down with the King
So I got it

money, F the fame
Twist up your your fingers nigga let 'em know what set you claim, hey
I'm from the back blocks of harlem, where they Mac and revolve 'em

me into the sky
I'mma brush with the risk, flicking it with my wrist
Till the portrait that's been painted is representing my gifts
I'm the Kid with

back like a fin
Go go
Shit i feel like my time to go
I'm tellin the story you wanna know
Heart sittin on ice finna turn into snow
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

of Conservative democraty.

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As pacifist we are too easily forced back into tokenism,
Making hollow gestures against the wheels of the juggernaut.
The line is