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This time every year I am
Forced to face my fears
As hoards of evil villains come to stay
Smiling ear to ear
And spreading blood and gore and cheer

tasty
I spit my soul in the layer
Adding layers to an alchemist snare

I uplift cause life is a gift
This is the present everyday alert
Lessons are

a[00:14.79]Religious guise and pulled by their own whims[00:17.24]It's a tough thing to feel like[00:18.66]Your gifts place you on a stage[00:20.21]When some

Then the big Dogg got snatched by the cops
No longer will Dogg be
Given ya muthafuckin' props
I'm grown now, on my own now
Not my daddy but pop goes

off but fell close 
And through the grapevine I hear I am the overdose 
Version of him so if I put my mind to it 
I can do anything 
My gift is my curse

THC
Tryna ball like I’m Russell
Tryna ball like I’m Russell
[00:12.94]Do it by myself don’t mean to pop ya bubble
Tryna ball like I’m

Welcome to affirmations for your next level by Pepz . 

If you're  here it's because there's a part of you that wants more.

More peace
More love

going with this
What you asking for is the gift to turn into a bitch
Dropping panties, then pop a Xanny for you to exist
Fuck is on yo mind?
Is you

i'll be
The first to admit that we're the 90's
Version of Cheap Trick or the Knack but the
Last to admit that it hasn't been rewarding

At this point I

alters every inch of reality
And listen to me about this one, I can't stress it enough
Robitussin is straight up satan
It's definitely not a gift from

(The waay)
You know your moms 
Need it all day 

I pop one fore we hit lunch 
By nightfall 
Nigga still ate
I eat the daughter after 2 days 

(Please do

How Ya Livin'

AZ

Pieces of a Man

1998

Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere 
Nothin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here 
With the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster

stronger
But I say what don’t kill you, make you more phenomenal
I should write that shit on a shirt
Yo, by the way, I don’t know how long this song has been

have all aligned
To create someone unique, rare, one of a kind
The only version out there, an imperfectly perfect design
Who says this isn't bliss, yeah

You can't cop this feeling from a gift shop
I cherish the shape, let's keep it tip-top
I been hot since pop, audition for gridlock
This only a pit stop,

a bigger house
What you know about sacrifice
All of my life I feel like I been put through a ritual
Ain't nobody gone help
Do this by myself
I disconnected

I'm on the grind with the bros[00:13.59]Young niggas we focused on dough[00:15.07]I ain't done with this rap shit, till I'm on rolling

Next Up

Big Daddy Kane

Underground Kingz

2007

Gawddayum, I don't know what y'all been thinkin' 'bout
But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down

I'm from the streets that

just watch me bringing this back
To the locket, bringing it back just to pop it, pop it
Drink and a cup made a ruckus
Dream and enhance til it all is,

that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses

Yeah
Right
My pops died in a hallway by himself
His friends came and picked him up
When it was over
Audacity the people aspire
To be the hova
Famous

my original family for
Having me this evening, the LVMH group
" as he ripped into a
Version of "Runaway, " the lyrics
Of which include the refrain

gift her ghoul, for her snap snap
I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that
If you push up by your lone, you get clap clapped

I was cap cap,

the deck 'til the right ones surface
In the meantime
Can't shake feelings of being worthless
The birth of my son birthed a gargantuan urge
To get it by any