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I don't need the apparatus of religion, and they're just self-centered, angry, but they
need to take it up with God
And for the rest

joints
Stash the baggy in my Reeboks, zoinks!
Ghost's face red already, there's no sun
I'm winded too, man, but fuck it
We gotta run!
Deuce misdemeanors

Red and Gold

Fairport Convention

25th Anniversary Concert

1994

work
Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still

held accountable, so instead I pass the blame, 
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.  
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be

Arabian Nights

Shabaam Sahdeeq

Soundbombing

1997

at night with torch lights

Verse 2:

3 wishes granted by the genie in the bottle
Cause I plucked it with my index I thought that it was hollow
Give me

Your mother choked on my cock, my god rest her soul
(red)Now a moment of silence, pleaseRest In peace
(red)I'm running shit like stepping in piles of dog

One Three, hoot
Mic check, hoot hoot
Yo
Uh
I always heard I wouldn't be shit, well, what do ya know huh
Tell me what do ya know, about my hard work

Redenbacher
Shits poppin' 
Parties hoppin'
Asses droppin'
We ain't stoppin'
Doin' my own thang 
I'm in the Hov lane

I'm in the Hove Lane
I'm in the Hove Lane
I

heaven on a beat, I'm a legend in these streets
Corn Coast jumpsuit, you can bet it's made by me
So you know it's plain to see that we moving like the sea

their tops
I leave their domes alone
See scalping is for clone
Like the baby Boba did
You know his papa was a mold
And so I was foretold
Beyond my own

As a prisioner of my own thoughts
A believer of your own words
Can you save me?
I've been stucked in this purple, purple red
Purple, purple red lights
I've been

Or grown in it to be risen
While my Phone ringing with the touch screen
I can't touch dreams
I've lost steam
I had to walk between my own thoughts of things

dresses, (?)
He don't even smoke but tell Butter roll an ounce
Cause I'm way too fucked up and I'm too turnt up
And I brought my own shit and I do my own

for losing your inhibition
By getting down to my sound as it pounds; louder now
Gather round! Moving crowds was always my profession
Effectively

Fire Flame Spit your Game
Talk your shit I'm never calling it quits
I got fire in my veins
I drift wide and make contact with my own variety
Dreams

I used to chase the game to eat it Sylvester and Tweety
Now I chase the pay I told them to keep it and eat me
I drew my penis on the ground and I

I been stuck inside a rut I been losing faith
Focused on so many things that I lost my way
Dealing with the consequences of my own mistakes
If you

yeah

Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah

Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah

Came to get an oil-change for my girlfriends car

But by

first class

Chicken wire wraps around the apparatus
Compressed pages of blank thoughts and red daisies
Held together inside Manila prisons
As he

the game hostage like a ransom demanded by Sampson
Oh my obsession with possessions like the devils pie
We all born to Die prone to lie, be in the sky chill

Huh, you know I was raised by KRS and LL Cool J
Rakim, Public Enemy and Big Daddy Kane
But you know what?
I'm here now and I'm helping raise your own

green
Royalty same color as codeine
White own a black I see red
I see red I see red I see red

My city got history
Crackers never get to me
Mama said this

Yeah

My Lord

Yeah
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through

Get By

Talib Kweli

Quality [Clean]

2002

Yeah

My Lord

Yeah
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through