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they can’t break that soil
I’m besties with a shawty with a wifey face
And she going always use them looks at that time and place
And she going put one

Life Ain't What It Seems

Kottonmouth Kings

Royal Highness

1998

on my royal
Kottonmouth Kings make a pipe outta foil
Put a grip to my lip, dip it in honey oil
Smoke it to the butt put it out in the soil
Damn Saint Dog,

gone off the fucking crack pipe
I vent to the mic how this life ain't right and I
Wish I could have some more time, like damn
Help me
Help me
Bring it

tried to soil me
In this kingdom, teach my son he come from royalty
My brother gone, now he can't hop inside this Royce with me
How I keep escapin'

Mon cœur est remplit
Mais mon corps s'ennuie
Tes jeux délibérés avec un dé
Des dés pipés, des dés pipés
Des dés pipés

Je veux savoir où naît

Two blunts, save one, light one
Thinking we the same, that's a nice one
Yall ain't got ambition better pipe down
I just need a minute let me write

6 MC's

Too Phat

360° [Platinum Edition]

soil


Verse 1 (Joe Flizzow- Too Phat, Malaysia)
Yo, Joe Flizzow
First to go on this track
Transcending continents
Who better
To hold it down for

propelling

Lad, I'm launching river stones out the pipe
Joint to the vent of the barrel to light
All our smooth pebbles still punch through your spine
Me

paper route stack cheese!

[Verse 1: E-40]
Drinkin aftershock! on the soil smokin a beedi
Fillin my wheaties in the trenches, lookin out for em

comes back together helped by cans and kegs
Lacked the friends to rant and vent so drowned regrets with absent dread
Brakes to reality, so the wars are

Crawling down the
Endless pipe
Dreaming to see
The light
And a treasure

Still going down
Dirty soil
Black water
Nothing good
I am a driving force

On s’en va rider

Avec le vent d’in cheveux
Pis mes lunettes fumées
Mes vieilles bottes de bécik
Un petit souvenir de toé
j’ m’en va straight pipe sur

it's dreaming 
But comes out like scheming  
Up the pipe it goes 
But some are genuine I suppose 

I'll be planting flowers in Hollywood 
I know they

Eyes up
Sun sets down
Nobody wins when we worship the crown
Weeds through concrete
Blood in the soil
Bones ground up and the lungs full of oil

Set

Magnus Carlsen

The Game

The Documentary 2.5

2015

(hey)
Planted your whole life under concrete in the soil (under concrete in the jungle)
Just a continuation, I wonder where you get your game from (get

thought a nigga was gon' fall off (fall off!)
Hahaha, hell no!
Hit em wit, pipe it up, look at my dab
They done fucked up and freed all of my dawgs

Pour my heart into these melodies the only way I vent
I just pray the lord protect me from the energy they send
And I know I did you wrong that's why

(guess I'll wait)
I'm right beside her
I got an ashtray (at my place)
Where did my pipe go?

So what you got nigga? (knockout)
I got the cush and the yerp

of steaming shit
Through the pipe shoved up your rectum making permanent connection
To a host of social platforms which you splatter with rank lukewarm

sleep that's a pipe dream
Woke into the clouds in a new town
Looking for a crown as a young king on the prowl
Searching for the light I ain't trying

We in the yard, Bredren
You know, trinity soil
Jamaican soil
We in the yard

We comin' off that nana boat
You know
Na-na-na-na
Banana

Banana boat

blows
The inner child blows
Pressure bursts pipes
When it's building up inside
Seeds set in the center
Stuck to sails on the other side
Baby's breath is

hash, reggie, long as it aint babbage

Light green like cabbage, or a brown as the soil
MacGuyver smoker, got no blunt I make a pipe outta foil

ain't know then you know now
It's so much cake on me, you ain't know what you know now
Light, not now, I'm so high right now
Choppa with me, gon' pipe