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The truth that is you, the truth that is you

But the truth hurts, time keeps slipping by 
And what’s worse, there’s no reason or no rhyme
But the truth

a roaring lion
Seeking for whom to devour

But guess what?
Anytime he comes close to you
My bible tells me
That the Holy Ghost shall raise a standard against

Ain't  sell my soul, but I came out rich
I need the dip, just to go with my chips
If you ride my wave
You might need you a ship
Don't regret what I

a life with no regrets
Shit gets harder, I get stressed
Here I go again
Breaking every rule, trying not to bend
I be tryna guess
Guess what's going on,

sights stay bright 
Going for my dreams and for them I'll fight
Yea I get em going when I really get to flowin 
Can't deny me on a the track once I put my

a long time 
Years they have flown by
I try to maintain
Maintain a distance
Right here within us 
This is my domain 

I did my time
It’s all for you

pay us just to walk in buildings
Only time will tell, that's how I'm gone know that you a real one
What you know bout hitting the coin than going

with you
Cuz I need you like that, for real
Head over heels, and all it took was a tap
Remember

Picnics by the west side
I can take you there
Trying not

real
Until the candle wick burns out, we ain't going nowhere else
Baby girl its show and tell, I set the stage for you to go raise hell
Cause it's step

slacking on aim 

I know what I'm hitting I been had a plan 
The real prince of Persia I come from the sand 
My dime look Egyptian she mesh with her man

What's Your Intentions When You Put On The Spot  
Is It Lie Or Tell The Truth 
I Just Focus And Watch 
Illustrate my latest move while I double my

at the pain and the suffering
I just keep pushing out gas stank face no there is no need for rushin' shit
Seein' all my dreams on a movie screen but the fuckin'

I wake up every morning ask myself what I'm doing?
Am I going or staying home? Sleeping a little bit more
Breakfast good morning ask my men “ how you

the music soul full
All that other fucking shit
Is just sugar coated and water down
Let's just keep it real
I put my self in this position cause of hard work

what
So what
So what
So what
Oou
I think they sold they souls

Been that
Before the kick backs No chit chat No
Bargain for soul I am so me Oh
And I'm

see your soul move
What sold you

Tryna block my shine
Bitch get the fuck up out my way
I  just want what's mine
I get more jaded by the day
Snatching

divine
No soul sleeps in mine
So what lays inside

Does a soul require birth
Am I less than you by worth
It's getting cold
Are you still there
Are you

Passion for the craft just trapped in the pursuit of the happiness 
Just tryna find a way out (you know what we doing)
Past is old news, the future

progeny
Can't 'nere nigga here knock my prosody
Please pay attention to prophecy told by a prodigy
You niggas aint G, me
You reenact the TV
I'm a real life

checks late

Some times i be wondering if i ain’t got those racks will these niggas still stand by me
Calling me Brodie
They ain’t got no time for you,

high taste
It's all gas, no brake

It's all gas, no brake
You shoot bills to the face
Come by 2, maybe 8
It's all gas, no brake

It's all gas, no brake

just a piece of meat

It's the soul makes the body attractive
It's the soul
It's the soul makes the body attractive

How I long for your magical touch

What Kind of Girl Do You Think We Are?

Frank Zappa

Fillmore East: June 1971

1971

What kind of girl do you think we are?
Don't call us groupies
That is going too far
We wouldn't ball you
Just because you're a star

These girls wouldn't

you pace it
So when that time is right I know what's mine is for the taking
Ain't no reaching for the stars I pull up on a spaceship
These niggas