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that I am no human but a God of some Sort i know that everything Will fall right into my laps One day i'm just writing This book because I feel like I
and I see myself as clear as day And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny Feeling as though somebody were testing me He who sees the end
cut from the cloth of a championship banner I went thru the ugly days just to see them glamour Used to ball like MJ but at staple center I'm back on my
to beat him I couldn't do that on my own So I had you do all the sweaty labor for me And you even used your Pure Hearts to defeat Count Bleck! If they make
and finally depend On the love of it all "Irresistible targets" I heard someone say They were speaking of angels Who are so courageous day after day
of information trying to get informed, they'll duck it out and i will cease all wars, so if you babysit a caroline be fore warned, i be the ultimate (ultimate
chill now you punch Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks I'd have you lyin' to ya mother Bringin' money e'ry day nigga You ain't even have to pay
Gotta show em the labor before you show em these acres Amazing... Just a lesson to teach hoping one day that they'll birth a bigger legend than me
One day I was in deep contemplation The state of humanity had my brain racing Infuriating, I had to pinpoint an answer No longer would I ponder what
going to save the day? That’s like asking Cookie Monster where you should hide your cookies. Of course you’re gonna get fucked over. And De Beers wants
The exhibition began on 9th Augusts cue PTIL in the ultimate championship of sports RWB Russian football team only As much as these exhibitions had
throw em out to find they own exit You can’t be doin too much for niggas Cause niggas, they'll ride all day Just long enough To see they not gettin paid
and a couple bags Of that good grass in a vacant No vacation I work hard but this Is not a labor job last month I had to go design my car Hand craftsmanship not
THE YEAR 2020 FLUSH IT RAP yEAHHH YEAHHHH THE 9 HEAVEN YALL THE ULTIMATE CHAMPIONSHIP MIC BATTLING, MC'S TAPOUT WHEN IM MIC HANDLING IT'S LIKE
modern day slaves of everyone That's their plan: To protect, infect (?) brothers in combat To kill another man from another land Man's ashamed being
Not up for debate, I bet this first verse Gonna last 'till the end of days Watergate like Nixon, not a damn But a god, curses killin' men today Run
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na ooh Every second every minute be like say I dey check the time Cos time dey run don't know where e dey go oo no Day turn
please tell us how much must we endure We’ve tolerated too much, we can’t tolerate no more For the next many ensuing days, about a hundred years or so We
and crimes hidden from sight The Christian is smart to make escape His earnest labor begins at break of day The sewage the flows in the ditches Better than
One day a race of hyper intelligent and Pan dimensional beings built themselves a giant super computer called Deep thought To calculate once and for
Misfortunes to fortunes "inspiring" They say just be happy, I tried to be I think my systems needs re-wiring Cause every other day I am spiraling In a dark
with the neighbors Even the fear of greater heights Hopin' the fruit of my labor Bring me favor not just ice Haters that be hatin' for no price cin't
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