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Back in the days, into the chamber 36
Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix
Provided by EQ
Test me and my crew, guarantee you lose
Man your whole crew
basket. And
finally Oliver St John-Mollusc (G.C.), Harrow and the Guards, thought
by many to be this year's outstanding twit. Now they're moving up
your beautiful hemorrhoids
That's right
You need to be friends with your hemorrhoids right
Yes
Yes
Let's all be friends with our hemorrhoids
With cream
I'm all alone
Childish, guess I'm half-grown
So far, so gone
Take it out like it's Papa John's
Three friends say I'm half wrong
Other half is another
go get high
Prolly have a baddie by my side
Prolly call my daddy while she ride
No I'm not the type to lie...
I'm not good at texting girl I'm dry
O light the candle, John
The daylight has almost gone
The birds have sung their last
The bells call all to mass
Sit here by my side
For
friends with my mentor, No I.D.
And No I.D. told him
"Look, man, if you wanna mess with Kanye you gotta tell him that you like the way he rap"
I was all,
the king the message of He see me bended at knee
Surrender my Lord haters of me there just angry I'm free
Free from sin now I'm free to sin grace living
mad boring
Or like my shit produced
By a nigga
Who low on storage
Or like my engineer
Stop mixing my recording
Because I couldn't afford it
But um,
and the moon was right
The ? was really perked off the Red Zone
I was in my MPV, I was all alone
A lot of out-of-town people asking me for
My John Hancock
thirty days!
W:John Tyler he liked country folk
D:And after him came President Polk
Y:Zachary Taylor liked to smoke
His breath killed friends
passion magic use it mission message action choose it purpose passion magic use it mission message action move it.
Rita J Verse 2:
High Priestess flow my
don't act like that
I know you got my message, boy, call me back (call me back)
Hey now, don't act wrong (come on)
Be a real G and pick up the phone
of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was
Every time she walk by, I can see in her eyes
Shawty be feeling my vibes, I be like there she go
Every time she walk by, every time she walk by
Every
to the rind
Any old song by brother John Prine
Sometimes that face looking back in the mirror
It make that mirror, make that mirror cold, babe
But in my
Girlfriend your friends and you full of a sex appeal
You have the best for texture feel
And to kim, karyn, nicole or ce'cile
Now for my love for you in time
Woke up in the wrong bed again
Lost my card, cracked my phone, guess I’m blamin’ fate
‘Cause I make way less than I spend
Call a friend, get a ride
Woke up in the wrong bed again
Lost my card, cracked my phone, guess I’m blamin’ fate
‘Cause I make way less than I spend
Call a friend, get a ride
keep gettin crossed by niggas I step wit
Nobody gettin closer I'm learnin my lesson
My manns out Cumberland
Locked in the pen
I'm try send him bread
the actual, literal, tangible words that He has written down for me
And there's some other names He's given to me
John 15:15
He calls me, Friend
1 Thessalonians
Yo, listen
For the corrupt mob, John Cena, Trademarc, listen
I embarrass MC's who touch the mic with me
That's why they never holla when it's
Call me, was you wrong? You ate dinner
You asked my friend Ebony Schiller to have
Dinner with me i
Told you about DONDA you said you would help
And you
the rest
For you to find out
The message that i'm about
I can try to get my message across
By spitting about how the Man off the Cross
Saved my life.
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