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Song Title: Lifted
by Royale Weatherspoon aka Royale Michael

Lyrics

[Hook]
I keep my head up to God
And my back against the odds
Aye look I'm bouta

again

In the driving rain in the passing lane

We all been there once or twice
Rotten apples sugar and spice
Train is leaving one last call
Didn't make

Vader
Doing a moonsault, on the top rope
Hip hop pharaoh
Rotten apple
Rappin with the soul of Devito
Eating Doritos
Raps fucking pinnacle
Heres 100% proof

Woke up in the morning what a beautiful day
So excited for my gifts
Better move out the way
Apple pie in the oven
I smell it, I want it
Nobody bout

friggin' critical
One rotten apple spoils the lot you gotta 
Bin em all 

Used to kick it everyday 
And I wish I seen you more
Only one that seen me stress

Eyes on Your Enemies

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

And the lady America was finally slaughtered 
And divided into 3 quarters 
Her children the cities fell
Battlin' golden' platinum 
Friends

days, interpretate this
Prefer a 3 years than a early grave,
Love when dem blood
Mek' me jersey stain
Watch yourself,
Mi nah talk 'bout mirror
From yuh

a grin
Truly complacent Yo we all wanna win
Eve ain't eat the apple
So wit sin we don't grapple
No casualties suffered
Facilities we don't battle
Judged by

As long as you believe Jesus is your savor
And he died on the cross in brutal pain for our sins
And rose again on the 3rd day
You believe what Jesus has

don't be mad when you walk by and I smack that ugh
Earlier it was all good but now you gotta back that up

It's time to put 3zer into rotation
Or we could

Seven Silver Curses

The Fiery Furnaces

Remember

2008

bits 
By some Pollock I know in Evergreen Park and dip them in the potion 
And drop them in Buckingham Fountain at 3:13 on Friday morning.
And then

yourself cave-in
Feel yourself cave-in (One, two, three)
And why you don't want me to wait baby
You know I stayed out for here for the days baby
Yellow hair

Two, one, four, lemme dial your number
Day by day I've been stuck in a slumber
Eyes on you, never turn to another
Eyes on you, never turn to another

morning in my quiet mountain town

The sun is shining and the grass is green
under the three feet of snow i mean
this is a day when its hard to wear a frown

Cabo loops
Started chopping up some real samples,
My 3rd eye spot spies, yeah I'm guided in my temple
By the angels of the Most High, Jah Rastafari
I cut

I.O.U.

Jimmy Dean

20 Great Story Songs

1999

usually find a little 'ol piece of dog-eared poetry. 
I was cleaning out my wallet the other day and ran across a whole bunch of I.O.U's, some of 'em

a year-old tire
The tide's in my favor, I'm somewhere tropic

Yeah, pussy, I'm somewhere tropic
I ain't had Wi-Fi for three days, still I'm a trendin'

the story lost its arc 
(One two three four five six seven eight,
Count the days until it’s too late)
Swinging belly down arms up 
(Nine ten double twelve

some crack?
Than you did three days in a half
And then that fast you came back?
I'm starting to think you don't
Serve your full time in
Jail cause you

Talking Fishing Blues

Woody Guthrie

A Fish That's a Song

1990

of the lake
Some jump 
I got sunk, baptized on credit

Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots

of led
These heavy weapons point the way
We follow them to judgment day

3 4 2 5
It's pouring out from the disguise
The yellow slime we fill with lies

Fleeing from war in the endless sea
Loneliness and solitude had corrupted me
Days in the sun, light from the moon
Swollen by madness, sanity will

but the world's been
gettin' weirder by the day
So I should be doin' better just cuz of my DNA
And I ain't really givin' a fuck bout what these people

Imma soulja pussy nigga thought i told yaaa
Imma soulja lot of weight up onn my shouldas
Imma soulja day by day my soul feels colda
Imma soulja no