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wanna shine
I just wanna shine my future look so bright
Every fucking time

I like to be different
My life in a bar, I write like a prison
cnd I never

a seed
I have to go get it by any means, my life filled with bad deeds
Feds still tryna proceed, locked on my own no homies
Soulja on my own, no code D,

I am bit of a nervous wreck
Like a victim of the restless night
This is a hostage situation
Chained up by the twisted mind
Still I'm
Drinking my own

minimize a meaning

Im the son of Fred Hampton repping my panther breed 
Serve the hood improve the youth and live the panther creed 
Never be the type

I Am Vengeance

Naglfar

Sheol

forth by the screams of my enemies
I am the plague that shall grace you with an early grave
Exterminate bring you all into damnation
In an orgasmic

in ya favor and that's fine by me
Any rapper on stage pick a fight with ya man, and I'm a show you 
I'm a thriller with this mic in my hand 
(I get

your way

You won't fool around me
You won't stay you'll vanish
In my state of mind, you won't last
Don't try
You beat your own shadow
You drowned your

She stay home alone watching DVD’s
Said she git her own but she feelin me 
Used to think the kitchen where she’s supposed to be 
But she know better

home
Having dinner with my fam, that's no time for a photo
There for my cuz, cause his dad cut his own throat
Seems I'm surrounded by death now
Feels

Back like I never left, God I show reverence, and now I hate my vice it's like I am Michael Pence. 

Life is hard to bare the fight that's in

your heart out, leave your hate stranded. Adorned by my left hand, Serve as God's right. If there's a nerve left to observe. Adapt to the plan. To all

confines of own head
come n live inside my mind
yeah real prison time
Nothing left to fate, I paved my own way
I did evil things...for evil men...
So when I

Hardy creps
Walkin with a dumb Ed Hardy bop
I got so much Ed Hardy clothes
I could open my own Ed Hardy shop
But, you man are dry like
You ain't creamed

in the seams
Of a so-called good deed
Glorified by the century
Forced to self
Destruct
And reconstruct my creeds
I'm left in a stranger's body
But

me.

My light is shining in the dark, cause their vision is clouded. 

They sit in prison, I can see that they need to be freed. 

From cornballs

Shine

The Hot Boys

Dirty Azz Mix, Vol. 1

2001

Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up

Shine

Lil Wayne

Cash Money Records Platinum Hits, Vol. 1

2002

Cruiser, yellow 'Lac on rims
Drop yellow 'Vette and a platinum Rolls Royce
That's seven different cars, everyday I got a choice
On my way to pick up

[VERSE 1]

First off Fuck everybody

No one hears me at all

I don’t try to cuss in my lyrics

I’m just feeling like I only got these walls

Day by

send
Who will go for us
I took my stand
And boldly said
"Lord here I am, send me"
Sent by the Father, sent by the Son, and sent by the Holy Ghost
Set by

Hot!

Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes

Supernova

2001

of my throne, it figures
But the more they compare me to the ones they could own
They know they never should have left me alone
I'm bigga
No doubt

Look mommy see
Ain't no chain on me
Then I open my blinds to see
I'm a citizen
Capitalized though capitalism
Trapped by socialism
So we stand

I'm doing it my way
I took the law in my own hands
Here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up

overcome learn to adapt No one Will listen
I'll find my own path
There's a chance
A way out Crawl Through This Hell to get out
Pixelated
Blurred vision
No

Yeah your soul in prison
Locked in a virgin coffin
Rearrange my organs just like a surgeon
Eyez to the Persian
Keep me safe
Caught between person time