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mine
Of candlelight's and goodbyes too
Not a celebration
For homies, I can't invite you
Unless my father knew you
All I ever did was right you
Feeding

Home in San Antone

Hank Thompson

Sound of the Brazos Valley

1998

and felt I was alone
When I feel like braggin' I just up and say
I'm a native son of San Antone
There's a sweet somebody by the Alamo
Someday she's gonna be

What don't give up
By who Jedeye Moree
Aye aye lets go
Almost gave up on this shit
But I bet you this one hit
Almost gave up on this shit
But I bet

Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat, mama
Wishing both of us were dead

You think I'm psycho don't you, mama
Oh I just killed

Spike Lee

Heard he want to fight me
Cause I snuck in fucked his hoe While he was servin time
Come and find me
There's some people who don't like me

Job Jenkins was a baker, a very honest elf,
cnd by baking crust and crumb he made a tidy crust himself.
But Job he lived in better days when bills

Not scared of darkness
It felt like it was real


You know, I just want to go back there
Cus’ you’re my breath of fresh air
You know that we can
You

Declining my calls when i'm calling Mischievous 
I'm sorry i'm hurting your daughter, Ms.jenkins 
Hello?
Is she there? i'm sorry i'm pushing 
Myself

and
Older brother was
Bumping tapes with
Everything from JT
To Em Dre and Lupe when
Mom was up in the store
Had '01 in the CD player
Seed has gone on to grow

Voices

The Living Legends

Creative Differences

2004

tight, see me catching flights 
At the international terminal, where you don't go 
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped 
And tripped by mic

Sorry if I can't get to the phone right now I was probably running home
Don't lose you're faith in me I'll keep my promises
If I said I'm gonna be there

roll
Thought you might like to know
 
Unwritten gay romantic history
Might be a shock to you, it was to me
They’ve buried it with lies, we’re left

to consume me with its loud clumps

Bad thoughts flying around, there is no escape
If I fall right now, there is no one to save

Don't stop till you're dead

Voices

Mystik Journeymen

Worldwide Underground

1999

tight, see me catching flights 
At the international terminal, where you don't go 
So don't go and diss, big groups, will get ripped 
And tripped by mic

marching by your side
I'm not deserting
I'll be there for you
Oh please please believe in this oath of allegiance

Thirteen years old, lipstick and boys
I

before you cross the road
Just remember who you trust, don’t be deceived by greed and lust… is there anyone there?

I got a feeling, very appealing,

gotta walk by yourself
Sometimes you get a flat gotta get the spare
Sometimes you gotta park and call for help
Sometimes you feel like GOD are you there

there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.

mocking
And you will know who it is on whom will come a torment that will cover him with disgrace and on whom will fall a lasting punishment

So it was till

mouth then everything going like
231 231 231

That way
Ay
July 26 1847 now we rocking ney in 2022
Joseph Jenkins Robert straight to oppong
Still you na

days you just got to hold on
To when you felt good like a rock and roll song
on the radio they played nice and loud
And I wonder can still get there
Back

and sold them at the harbor
Right there by the water Mick Jenkins told me about the waters
My flow is crazy like mental babies and never changing
The acid

white man, why did you shoot the King
Was integraation even right?
How they gonna burn down Black Wall Street
Then tell us not to fight
Because we're

this is a Simile
Fly tape by the way these hoes stick to me
Common sense disappeared Inexplicably dumbing out
So you better watch ya fuckin mouth
I was