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and unfortunately fell,
Screaming, two hundred feet into the rubble below!
(that was only one hundred feet, you carnaby cutie,
Let's hear another set
Yo sick soul patch bro
By the way you look like Vanilla Ice
Dude thank you
That's exactly what I was going for
Dude for a second I was like am
I
your health, little bulletproofs get felt
Who mind ready, for this big dawg who hold a nine steady
I'm John Blazin' when you see the arms raisin'
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
rail and by thumb
By now you all should know me
I'm the Great Historical Bum
I had hoped to write a song to sing
Of all the great things we have done
taught by race,
If i had my way, history wouldn't need to be taught by race,
But the way this world is set up, the first thing you see is my black face,
He confirmed with me that he set and now his son risin'
Yeah
The reign still shine
The name lives on
Never let it die
It became too strong
I was made
try to play him fuck around shoot up yo parents house
And I know a shorty who set niggas up by making em send us they whereabouts
And as soon as lil
plan
It's finished. Praise to You
III The Questioning/Visitation
We thought he was the One
To save all Israel
He said he would return
It seems his
licked, gobble 'em up, trick, yummy
Bitch, you don't fucking think that I know that you suck dick, dummy?
You'll get your butt kicked, fuck all that love
you tell me why you're in this business?
I wanted to be a ballet dancer, what else?
The light, by the way, is a very funny color
Do you have anything
call it eulysses bitch
Killing a beat and I won't leave no Witnesses
Talking that shit you get shit on that's it my friend
I don't uh know who
You
Think
dont like me
But your just a hater
I don't uh know who
You
Think
You
cre
But
If you
Talking shit
You won't
Go far
When they mention greats
Make sure
Nigga, Compton style
How you like me now
If you can't fade these bustas
Then you better run the town
You thinks, when I was raised
I was never taught
can set the table, (Bitch)
By fourth grade, I was kinda labeled by being some type of trouble maker
I would always crumble papers
Throw 'em at people
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
I’m gonna have to fall back
These’s some qualities that you lack
Focusing on me and counting these racks
Texting me like who’s that
She said how you
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
"After last night, I thought maybe you'd be through with him." "I
know what you mean. My God, he was like an octopus. Hands all over the place."
She
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
'm watching Gods image dropping dead by the second
I grieve what's next
So if you question John eleven thirty five
Those are all the reasons why the text was
the goat (ba-ah)
And what was that moan? (huh)
Did you just nut?
G, r, u, t, you know that spells grut (you know it)
On my knees praying, praying for what
I
*bang*
I never met an OG who never did shit wrong
ya tried to dis the Eazy-E so now Nigga it's on you
and ya Doggy Dogg, think yer all honk and shit
both
biggest star
I've played John Proctor in the award winning one act production
Award
Best actor and best ensemble, thank you
I'm sorry but who are you
Ha ha
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