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hoes on me, i push 'em aside
Playerground boy, rules i don't abide
Barely 3 inches but she still wanna ride

Me and the gang go bussing
Don't wanna be

Gettin' Closer to God

Krumb Snatcha Mobsters

Snatcha Season, Vol. 1

1998

an experience of gettin' closer to God

(Come on)
Since the day I was young I had premonitions of an ending to come
Behind the barrel of the next man's gun

blood money, boy drip by drip 
Then inked out the laws, erased history of men 
Oh you can't comprehend? 
No hablas igles? 
Who built this shit, brick by

on the table; inches away, he stares at Meseeks with massive, blood-shot eyes.  He slaps him.
You ID-I-OT!  
The dog returns to his seat, then calmly plays

the opposite

Yea
I swear that i could see this like a premonition
Whats my vision, Envisioned myself a better living
They say what's written by fate is

Ancestors saying that I'm the one
That's gonna change my family's history

I'm feeling real spontaneous
My brain is very dangerous
Combustion by the bunches

this war but I'm toughenin up and still fightin

I ain't been in God's house in like 2 to 3 years
I been swallowed by doubt and gave into my fears
My

they're tryna link
I'm not talking bout tri force
Tryna line up, my tour
Gotta find the, right form
And a cause to, fight for
Gotta take em, by storm
When I

I was made to be
We got goals we got visions
Twenty Twenty Three million dollar premonitions
We got goals we got dreams
A lil CREAM to boost ya self

pain
Bound by our losses
Everything to gain
Compassion is our stronghold
I've the scars to prove so
Sadness flows from my wounds 
Come bleed with me...

Indecisive mess, I'm blessed by the powers vested in me
You better get ready, because all of this stress could be less within three

I guess I'll try

hypochondriacs
I'm never going to settle for the upper level, fuck a mezzanine
You in the nosebleeds, me, I'm doing blow until my nose bleeds
Down in row three

there
I won't make it fair
Type three winds
Blow your ass a long way from here
Patience for the win though
Inches from the endzone
Tally up the wins

foot
I’m jumping on one foot
To the power saw he
Pulled off the whole guard 
So its inches apart 
My Appendages arms
To my genital parts
Where the fuck I

Talk Like Sex

Kool G Rap

Greatest Hits

2002

Swingin' with this here stud, you need practice,
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin',

Makeshift Patriot

Sage Francis

Punk-O-Rama, Vol. 8

2003

of Stock 
I hang myself while the stock markets crash 

The city is covered in inches of muck 
I see some other pictures of victims are up 
Grieving

the blood, through the sweat, through the tears 
I know through it all that I'ma persevere 
(Triumph) Through the pain, through the fights, through the fear 
I

just, do your best Bush rendish
Endless, move more than two inches
My blood'll boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this or see me ma

don't do lucky charm rabbit feet or rosaries
'I'm the new Death Row' by myself no reprieve It's like I can't wait to die for these beliefs Ooh careful you

Die by the game
It's in my blood
Cause real niggas don't change
Hustle first and ball later man
Guaranteed everything gone be greater man
Real niggas

My personality is cold, maybe I'm just vicious
But I'm building from these broken bridges
I'm grabbing all the money by the inches
But frankly I

Im the type of nigga get a nigga type and then i smash them uh
Later on that day nigga found out ask me what happened uh
Only three inches in she say

inches of a long reach but always shy of the barrier
Silence breaks for the ringing of bells from churches residing nearby
Chaos erupts as 3 separate tones

Had to coach admins on talking dudes out of killing themselves
It's gonna set you back, like, the price of a condo
We need to see pain in the economy,