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who provides the food,
But can't afford to buy you shoes.
Nah 'llow that boy, I'm here for life,
And I want your one to be nice
So I'm gonna stick by

who provides the food,
But can't afford to buy you shoes.
Nah 'llow that boy, I'm here for life,
And I want your one to be nice
So I'm gonna stick by

ass-troid, heaven and mergatroid
I'm that six, umm, microphone-holdin humanoid
Pyschological like Sigmund Freud
But I get annoyed cos these rappers have no

by chance 

A year has gone and we are still together 
And my love for you is still so strong

I can't believe this love is so true
All of this

the heavens
Keep to her self so I know she ain't telling
Been on thin ice but I'm still skating by
Only one life so fuck it just try
No s on my chest but it's

swept away

They were surrounded by their young charges
Children mostly nine years and ten
They were watching a children's movie
A girl and her blue

and we good baby, oh oh
Back when we first started it was off the top
Around the same cash money would baller block
Rookie of year then but now you know I

no matter
Count up the bodies, death is in the data
Can a G get to heaven on a ladder?
How can you leave this weapon on the counter?
Hot

over by the curb
I don't do no in and outs
Can't vouch for whatchu heard
Niggas thorough round here
33 and a third, time is ours this year
3PEAT, repeat,

Lift ev'ry voice and sing
'Til earth and heaven ring
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the list'ning skies
Let

Death Be the Penalty

Shabazz the Disciple

Best of Underground Hip Hop

2000

a mindstate that has perished you shall inherit 
his blood I require back to Earth 
we rise out of spiritual darkness six thousand year curse 
The lost

don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella

you
They try to make it seem like
The more money you give
The more God will love you nigga please
You blinded by the word like we slow about it
So I'm

hell yeah nigga salute hell yeah nigga we made a way up out these streets 

Tayreal year 82 was Grady born crack era seeing shit from a juvenile in

scarred, and definitely not a tool
To be used by You, oh Lord what do I do?

Is it fair, that I’ve been goin through this all of these years?
I try to stay

This is the story I will tell my friends
And tell again for years to come
Giving the glory high
Feels like I'm in step with Him
And where I'm from
Heaven

And now, if you would allow me the honour
I'd like to hand your attention over to our most eternal of friends
And most infernal of fiends
To sing

and healing

I'm deeply sorry that I did not do enough
To break the hold of disappointment
Don't want another year not yet seeing
Or getting by with a faith

for me
								
cnd though I try to hide my wand'ring mind		
cnd keep my feelings grounded,
It's hard as you walk by each time
To see your waist without

to this place,
I am here to meet whatever,
Is listening for me here,
While all the world is waiting,
At the turning of the year.

Singing in dark,
Calling

the winning team by any means
But in another realm
And bottoms up while they drowned
Invitations at the door members only no hang around
Inside the fortress

at the round table with the millionaires
Walk in the label tell them this our year
I been on the grind o.t
Feeling like the man right now
Blowing kush by the oz

Lift every voice and sing
'Til Earth and Heaven ring
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies
Let

this the year
Yeah, you're hopeless, give Him your tears

And I remember going through the same thing
All that weight on my shoulders tried to break