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to the folks, but they don't believe ya

People say to quit this music sh--,
Not knowing where you're goin', you're confused and sh--
But""Au

saw heard this coming
For that I wanna thank you
Looking back no regrets in the rear view
Pass the Colonial, The Old Federal
Let's not pretend it'll...

Lunch Time Cypher

Hopsin

Knock Madness

2013

seen my skills are up
So I be gettin' head every single night like a pillow does
When a nigga be flow bashin'
You know I be keepin it old fashioned

Tunnel-visioned couldn't leave the street life alone 
He felt at home, loved on the streets he used to roam
But the streets don't love you back, you'll get jail

of older folks
Tell me when surrounded by pebbles you
Will never hear the boulder boast
But tell me when the rebels up rise
And the tyrant is overthrown
Can

tone, I would find home
And I'm someone everyone got they eyes on
See I was taught up in this trade you gotta learn the tricks
Not to go by the book but

of positivity we would really have you aid and assist us in ours and help bring the old man home man. Church on the move.

Yeah, support the Ism. The Ism supports

High time I go and give up the ghost
Look back on my life and all I see
Is a nerd obscured by weed and smoke
I worry I can't do it but I know
If I go

heads
Better than the grown folk, living by his own code
At home and I'm smoking some homegrown and it's dope
I worry mom I got her phoning the pope
Toke

of you
Got rid of the old, grew and you made something new
Exactly what they said that you couldn't do
Now look at you, shit
You that motherfucking man
You

Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
She

folks
Pass me that thang n I run in they homes 
I'm leaving with everything including they souls 
Somebody gotta die what I just said before 
And I say it

took him aside
I said tell me what's going on man are you alright
He said I got some issues with my folks I cant resolve
No need to stress you out bro

on a raggedy couch
In a ghetto old black folks' house
I'm so cheap that in '08 when the economy crashed
A bitch asked me for some wine, I put three grapes in her

In 1993 I moved to Germany
Frisco was too rough for me
Drive-by gangs and drugs

In 1993 I came to Wuppertal
Some folks call it "asozial"
I

Only If U Knew

Mr. Bigg

Only If U Knew

2000

first seen a triple beam
I use to dream of becoming ah trafficing king
K kell of my mama and my kids
And buy a house where the rich black folks live