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What I'd receive from your possession
Is my heart your art's collateral
And must all your love be earned
Poets play in the glass of their broken hearts

I gave up one too many times
Forsaken all my love for some shit I can't provide
No Trust Foundation full of lies
What this shit all mean when there's

mouillé et son odeur fine
Comme dans un rêve noyé d’hormones
Ça m'apaise et m'enivre à l’endorphine
Transpirant de vie, de larmes et de sueur
Nos yeux liés

Funky Voltron F/Insight

Edan

Beauty and the Beat

2005

salt
Four by Four
That's the steps on the floor
'Eography' with the prefix core
What be the core but a solid foundation?
Skill
Preparation
These

art whispers
Gwan lad try me love for the wax that's
Almost supernatural now a rational
A kid whose gotta catch'em all
They're so rare ther're so fine

tes couilles
Touché d'ails et fines herbes
Pour accroître le goût
Pas d'quoi te couper l'appétit
Ma soupe est light et digeste
J'voudrais casse-dédi mes

like there's nothing else to do
You have consumed my heart
You ignite the foundations of my creativity
So I wrote this from the bottom of my art
I'm

I want to pound my fist to fine dust
Beasts bounce around, a risk I don't trust
I'm the center
It's P-A-U-L versus every letter
A self defender
My

nonsense
What You ain't got no conscience
Take advantage of the young minds
Some kinds
Are just blinds
You 69
This art didn't age like fine wine Vring back

Make 'em learn
Built the foundation, made it firm
Great return no wait And I really hate that we've taken turns
No mistake, or debate that these

back, I would start, never find a way
Let my birds play when we're fine we could fly away
Touch the sky and never wish a brighter day
Cause I'll be home

lips
Thin hips from bass trips
Crack the concrete foundation
Disrupt the platelets
Everybody's waiting
For the next high
On the subway
Watching

weapons ready
I fend fine warrior been
Out to play my nigga how
You think I leveled up few days
My nigga on the avenue with
The right attitude get it

parents thought I was fine
The total opposite
From living life like a mime
Too shy to speak on anything showing me a bad sign so I stay true
Saber light

Im trynna chill with a bong in my Sweatpants
Ya feel?

Making music and art till i cant feel
Jaw made of steel
Words straight flame on the grill
You

Options
Options
All I want
But all I want
But all I want is you
I'm standing across the street
Damn you looking so fine
I hit the lottery
Need your number

can't move broke wit it
Take ya pain stuff it wit a poke hit it
Damn, uh
Turning pain into passion
Turn my heart to the art
I ain't never know how to fake

We must ensure that every grain of sand is ground down with a perfect piece of limestone so fine,
they align, side by side, tight and compact/
No oil

bar
Talking 'bout your fine art
My avatar's drawn more consistent
Than your sprites are you hopeless loner
Glad you know your own worth
Don't need

Now I'm diving in
Back into my art
In this space I win
Ain't no need to boast
You left him for dead
This one's for the ghost
He may haunt your bed
He

world
Always question if I'm fine
Can you read between the lines?
It's still a lie
I can feel lit in the vibe
Running in place
in this makeshift basement

say I've been MIA
Pray I get a heaven gates, moving round with two phones
Man I feel like Kevin Gates, I just need a new home
Building the  foundations

Great works of art
Are often missed in their time
That's why Finesser rhymes
Playing Jay-Z - If I Should Die
I'm a one lady man
Babygirl that ain't

to that line
Almost like a duty of addiction
Except this time a different design
This work of art had its type and that was fine but
I'm still a virgin so