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bet he stop and play Stop-N-Go 100 times
Not the talkin' type, I done been all my life
So after rap, scrap, let's see you start a fight
Got guns, go get

bad
It's the rat race, everybody chasing after racks
Middle class hoping not to fall back in the trenches
I don't got a pot to piss in just surrounded

and the life
We walk by faith not by sight
My blah-blah got you in the La La, Melo
I'm nice with the mic and I am a nice fellow
Tears in my pillow, was a weeping

grow[01:07.33]Know you seen me hurt, I just wanna take it slow[01:09.96]Goin' through the dirt, take it easy on my soul[01:12.53]Know I miss my fam every time I play

plotting
And thinking ways to get paid through the night
Won’t fold under pressure
I had to stay focused
I’m living by faith and not sight
I write out my

and get on my level", I'll be right up
Twitter fingers and gangsta writers
Not a biter, you fly on the web and I'm a spider
Yeah, and you already know

Nigga ran up this ain't kid and play
King don't miss mhm split his too pay
Bitch kinda bad Ima hit night and day
Claim that's yo bitch but her soul

go with your move don't think this a lick 
I'm one of the ones that's on the front line
Handling business and not wasting time 
I run by myself cuz

And so many died
And so many stuck in their ghosts
So many souls
Its like its de la soul
So many wos
And on and on we go


Dont get caught up in

my dreams with confidence 
It’s not by my might all thanks to Jehovah
Make you sing this song while you scream hallelujah 
Na baba God work so I’m

A COLD CONFESSION
THE VELVET CURTAIN CLOSES
CREEPING LIKE A NUN
A NARCOLEPTIC SHAMAN
JIM JONES IN HIS BANDANA
HANDING OUT THE CUPS 
TO ALL THE WAYWARD SONS

Rec-Room Therapy

Raekwon

The Big Doe Rehab [Clean]

2007

on the prowl, my stomach growl, crushed by the crowd
Rush through Loud Records, drop mushroom clouds
I'm not a rapper, I'm spellbound, I melt down
Your G-Force,

of the blue the apocalypse is near
Reversing the doom not slowing my roll rehearsing how Ima fuck you up son
While I roamed this planet as a lost soul I bumped

back to them trenches
We trap on them benches
With MAC's with extensions
This Shawshank Redemption
Locked my body up, but my soul free
Niggas do not know

Ratatouille my hands with it
Rat-a-tat to yo bucket hat
With this 40 Mac when I rack it back
Whip Cadillac, not hatchback
I'm hunchback cause my nut sack
In

Hahaha too intimidated to fight me, huh!?
I am a ghost that lives inside a DUMMY
My cousin used to live inside a DUMMY, too
Until yOU CAME ALONG!

you

Everywhere you go
Hold your head high up
You are not alone
I'll be close by you 
On the bumpy road
Put this on and get a 
Piece of my soul
Feel my

the ghost
I'll be the holy son
I ain't forget the shit you said
Whatever's told, is done
My bases changing
Ain't no shade under the open sun
To home he run,

catch me with the fire of the Holy Ghost
Whatchu say (ay), You can take it all away (ay)
For my soul is paid in full not on layaway
All it takes is one

dogs go to heaven

Got fried rat when they dwell
Big bank, big ballin' nigga, get a voicemail and stop callin' niggas
Said she take my soul, I applaud

you not double R
I can tell by where you stay
Unh Aye
Son of evil blood I trace
You think you safe
(You think you safe)
Lil pussy , on your knees you

When the limits are set
By these bigots in velvet red
Paranoid pyramid heads

Darkness is my home now
Will you please accept 
My deepest apologies
Like

Poverty-stricken and malnourished people
Washer women, beggars
Children an organ grinder plays)

Lost souls all of us searching
Never finding what we are seeking

Yeah, uh
Griselda
Brr, brr, uh

Look, play my position, in the kitchen, I'm workin'
Whip it, baggin' half in fifties, hit the strip and I serve