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fingers
Were the ditch diggers
Work till we die
Years go by
Itchy trigger fingers
Were the ditch diggers
Work till we die
Years go by
I
Am
Going
I'm going

inflicting pain
Becoming what they fear
They will bend to my will
All hail to your new crowned king
I am death I am infinite
Guided by hatred, fueled by malice

Trade It All

Jagged Edge

Ghetto Fabolous

2001

I've never been so sure
Your skin's so pure, the type men go for
The type I drive the Benz slow for
The type I be beepin' the horn, rollin' down

Praline: I am not a loony why
Should I be tarred with
The epithet 'loony' merely because I
Have a pet halibut? I've
Heard tell that Sir Gerald Nabarro
Has

stop it
Because after all I said I still want stuff to go my way
I play
By own metrics
I write the same way
You play tetris
So let’s see
If I can win

the dark)

I am bound by monarch the thief with a mark
The undying spark the wolf in the dark
Bound by monarch the thief with a mark
The undying spark

You can reach into your pocket
While I reach into my mind
Clarity is so divine
We just single the design
The physical we inherit
By visions on TV

time
The tempo slowing with your pace but you still looking divine
Emancipation am I even worth a second of time
She talking crazy on the phone so I just

Stillborn on the mountainside
Writhing in hemorrhaged snow
Narcotic afterbirth
Summoned forth so you all will know
I am here now
I am death
A cosmic

changed my life from bad to good
And I will never let you go
You raise me up when am down
So I will praise you forever
I want to sing songs of memories
God

I make money moves, so when the money moves
Am always there on time I never snooze 

Got my feet up baby its time to eat up
No tints nowadays we

So I'm gonna make it by popping this eyeball
I ain't about to deny, I'mma be winning this fight
Be darned if I fall, pop goes the eyeball, yeah
Be

paths kinda straight, so what do you say

Without Jesus helping me, you say is it possible?
See I'm only turning eighteen, but I am professional
Get some

Long ago they gave me stories
Telling me who I am
What they didn't know was
All this time God had a plan
Blinded by their fear
Of something greater

free I am free
I am finally free free from the shackles of my mind to my hands and my feet
What God wanted from me
When Jesus was pinned to the wood by

so many times but I've laughed even harder
I've lost people I loved but now my heart's warmer
I am who I am 'cause I was who I was when I was younger

never truly even really know me
Let me get it started off from when I was a little kid
I went on and played it by the book
Just to get where I am, just

man with a mic in my hand
So hot a get a tan if I get a lot of fans
Then I'm a dangerous man with a mic in my hand
Now let's go
Uh uh yeah
I

teach you all so well
So forgive me if I keep fucking up your plans
Fuck your feelings am just after your fans
Am a bigger foot what's up with a Vans

cold I turn the heat on, I'm by the vent (by the vent)
Got some partnas that I caught some bodies with they kept it real (oh, they kept it real)

brother you see life na turn by turn o
I hope you know say life na turn by turn
Shey you know say life na turn by turn o
I hope you know say life na turn by

bitch be lookin like a mole rat
Boof like the last bitch
That bitch was so average
I don't need a new one
Im living too lavish
I am too fancy
I need

Then what am I
Yeah what am I
'Cos I can't live without the truth
And I can't walk with secrets by my side
Then what am I
Yeah what am I

Walking away

It's Katalysta Productions
It's my birthday, Ayy, ayy
Imma spend it how I want it
Imma smoke it by the ounce
Imma drink it by the bottle
Imma take