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The tool by the gate kept somewhat of civil order
Question
Will you book it when you hit the border
Niggas saying never change just to drop dimes and ended

have surpassed the rising tides
It's just the making for what we seem to think is right
Before the time must come we have to question our existence

Bob was that guy who fights
Gets into a gun battle type
With a knife
Like, if you challenge him right now
You may be humbled by the fact
That he is

It is what it is you know it
You did what u did its noted
We put da city on notice
Close ya mouth and keep focus
Closed mouths don't get fed
Nigga

through the slippery slide
That is this liquor-covered floor to slink to her left side

Helter Skelter incantations, hot and humid air
Muffle any sense

If you smoke with me baby

It's so warm by the fire
But my skin is still cold to the touch
I'm anxious, expressing the burning desire
Who knew that

A long weekend is what we all seeking
My palms reeking of wrongs I've done for my gods as our bond weakens
I'm not preaching but y'all see that we

your energy this love is electric

This strong chemistry it be leaving me breathless,
It’s only me and you no need to be stressin’

Palm trees, iced tea

cnd you just haven't impressed me yet
clright, I'll take that drink now
My mouth is dry and my palms are starting to sweat
I've never been big on small

a shadow that wears suit and tie
Marks, marked by his green eye
Risen from the lake of fire
He walks the Earth, intent most vile
Greased palms, subprime

your problems begun then I wouldn't show up
Soft is what they call me
Maturity it was calling
I see the calm breeze on the palm trees
And the water it

to politic, they plotting so outside is lit
What time is it?
Junior need a scholarship
Baby need some diapers
And my niggas some guidance
And my baby need me by

that's been
I'm yet to meet a line I wouldn't cross and bend
On a rope no safety net
Only thing that I regret is hoping that a godsend would somehow in my

timelines
Mrs. Debra cried when her son was young
Cuz his palms ain't have a long lifeline
I lost my dog to the streets
But street cats live in dog years
7

in your palm
And now I'm so cool and calm
Pure unadulterated, premeditated
Lyrical form, Pete Rock is the storm

Sophistication, I kick to a nation
I

my bills is blue
Losing your temper
I have to stay cool
He getting mad
This nothing new
Entertain your attention
Cuz I got the scoop
No time to be sad

Clearly dis the main event
Y'all just sittin' back and chillin
Clearly dis a vain decent into the new world run by villains
Barely seems the people

no questions (NcH)
That's my brother like of course I think we destined 
She keep under covers that we fucking with such tension

But imma let her

Tempted

Kero One

Windmills of the Soul: Instrumentals

a jerk
2 years under my belt, sitting here, what?s the worth?
Staring at a screen until my vision is blurred
Word, I?m trying to get by, cause I must

Terrorist's Cell

7L & Esoteric

Dangerous Connection

2002

passports
"Have a nice flight sir"
This is our chance, he never took a second glance
Am I ready to advance, or live by in a trance
The past thirty years

I plan to utilize the very thing I founded
Proving everybody wrong leave em all astounded 
Keeping faith in the grind that can move a mountain 
By

or sing a song to me
My thoughts mixed up, Mark, Luke, and John to me
Stress to be the best, is doing harm to me
Palms sweaty, anxious what the future got

find them scattered through the section where the landmines reside
Caution advised
Attempting to unlock isn't wise
You'll be surprised by detonation

and dismissal of the poor

you don't even live by the laws you give

and your welcome here is wearing thin

our fear...

palms to the sky that wait to be filled