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[Chorus]
[Half-A-Mill]
Project general, wise criminal
Five percent of two, biochemical, nine emeralds
Rubies, sapphire, who be the most
and waitin'
Forward, to lettin' the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music, Rebel Music's on my side always (it's what I keep by my side)
Live in the ghetto,
to play the gameit´s a shame try to figure out who I blamewhen a child is born mama and daddy need a changelike a window needs a frame and the sugar
of Womack in my bloodline
BOM-BURST two times on top of the line
You plexiglas niggaz ain't fuckin with mine (HELL NAH!)
We keep it so real, without bein
to make some vibes
Just to keep reggae fans alive
But the vibes that you're sending me
That just brightens my day
Teach the youths them how to live
Teach
I was born to a family of jokers
Gamblers and smokers living on the line
I was raised by strong-headed women
Men who tested limits and did
die once but live again live again
A Prince who made a sinning sinner righteous
Imma write this with conviction
Show you what abundant life is
The I am
would probably be hysterical
For 25 years she seen me be a miracle
Seen me come a long way just by being lyrical
Naw I ain't act religious but God know me
familiar with the precinct,
same friends who was standing on the deep end,
side by side talking ride or die, so when the time arrives,
and another one is
when, who, I'ma call your ass back
Cause you trippin' out here getting shit, you should too
One plus one makes two, so i'ma hustle and move
Enemigos ain't
What have you done to me?
Love that time can never take away
Like wind returns to stems of trembling roses
Haunted by their fragrance when they
yard
While the homie shuffle cards, I live large, they live large
We rock stars, no guitars, Backwoods rollin' by all
Stuff the Granddad 'til it look
Golly color cocaine residue, Rolex cake, stay respectable
Collect a check or two, we credible celestial
Impress who? Execute, I'm a professional
Mad
dollars, ninety-eight cents. I keep it one hundred and I tell her..
Keep the change for your two cents. I grind hard, bitch, to the point where I don't
murder them
[Chorus]
I'm a dip-dip diverse, socializer
I'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty niner
They say Rugged, by now, you should of at least
has been walked by many like me
And I don't need more than my right hand's fingers
To count the ones who died with no guilt
Now you tell me I can't
not too subtle
I lay dormant but ooh brother
Got holy water like two puddles
And landslide the vampires are vandalized
With cans of Krylon damage
a man who lives by the sword
And dies naturally against all common laws
What, speed on and Peed on
Who is that? We don't give a fuck, he ain't one of ours
Switch the car, hit 'em high (woah), get caught, play it smart
Now you out, you a star, hit
soldiers, we live by the boy
I'm not from Detroit, no I don't wear no buff
They wanna know where the fuck that I'm from
They wanna know what the fuck that I'm
Why You telling lies about Me?
Verse 1
In the darkness of deceit, I stand alone,
Betrayed by the words that you have sown.
But I won't falter, I
white kids with Sperrys on
You're faker than these rappers who keep tryna claim indie
Major connections millions behind you
You're not indie
Get
[Verse 1:]
It all started off hanging out.
Doing what lovers do, well on their way to falling in love.
Everybody said leave you alone, girl he's no
been through the rain
But I'm not afraid to call his name
(X2)
(Chorus)
I for Jesus, you for Jesus, and everybody and everybody must know
I for Jesus,
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