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spaz
Professor X when I teach classes
Teach how to multiply ya power by 4 I'm tryna be fantastic
I cast spells when I spit bars
My saliva Magic
I'm harry

affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot 
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top 
Tun Dem Ina root 

Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di

is a luxury
Good by myself. Yeah, I keep my own company
So deep in thought that my thoughts start to comfort me
Locked in. Escape from this crude world

tree, shining o so bright
But I wanna make the naughty list with you

The fireplace is lit,  but you're the hot one
Let's turn down all the lights,

'clock
I've, got a Blunt I need to roll
Sure Thing
Thank you

Not merry Christmas
But it's time I find my favorite tree
Ponder my position and 
Think of things

sees Santa by the tree 
Playing his dream toy

Singing
Jingle bells 
Jingle bells 
Jingle all the way
You've been a naughty boy Billy
Oh what a big

The definition of the present 
Both refer to me
Because I will be the present
Underneath ur christmas tree
I'm the present not the past
The one to always last

Baghdad
like a Christmas tree
It was the Christian thing to do you see
they didn't mention any casualties
no distinction between the real
and the proxy
only

and the rhyming's, an attempt to, just stymie
The steady advance of this tellurian invention
Despond, hovering, over holiday
Like a marshy pond's will-o

when the whistle beep
Green and red Gucci looking like
A fucking Christmas tree
Play with my cash and my
Dawg getting to gripping heat

is in my business
I wrap my queen for Christmas
Keep it under the tree smoke it in couple minutes
Double digits, Double O we kill it, higher vision

a Christmas tree
Didn't have to spend a dime first time I made a thee
Graduated white girl flaky with the light pearl
Came with a stamp what a tramp make your

The night is not an ending it's a beginning
The blue fade for-a-new-day in-fi-nite black is blending
For those who are guided by the stars and moon
Does life

O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep  The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth

Electric Ice

Fredro Starr

Firestarr

2001

over there wit the glow in his chest
It gotta be X, niggas stay flirtin wit death
Lookin like I got a Christmas tree around my neck
You try to cop