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They can kill you
They can kill me 
cnd still get away scott free
They can kill you
They can kill me
cnd still get away 

Trade a day
In my shoes

and order
If you need your Humvee clean
Blackwater
Blackwater
If you need a plan of action
If you need an action team
Blackwater
Blackwater

Eh eh Eh eh Eh eh

income goals
And the actions and decisions necessary to achieve those goals
Our first case study, Mr Uche
Uche tell us your plan
Actually your retirement

presence... severely lacking
Tomorrow is promised
So put your plan into action baby!

no plan, no intention
No there is nothing, nothing, nothing!
But only pure action
There's an eternal present
There is nothing
It is already there
No

things that could have been
I've put my plans to action
But they only seem the same in the end.

Out of reach, out of reach, underneath I feel the haunting

Shipyard

Sting

The Last Ship

2013

included on the track]
My name is Adrian Sanderson and riveting's me trade,
But it's intellectual discourse I'm known better for,
And I may forego English

with it,
And I don't believe in saying you love someone but you never want to put any action in it
Trade out the purple rain for the coupe with the drop

and boastin’
Sound waves react with matter, get trapped in motion
Action, reaction, act with a passion
Mask everlasting, bask in the fashion
Fashion barbs out

and boastin’
Soundwaves react with matter, get trapped in motion
Action, reaction, act with a passion
Mask everlasting, bask in the fashion
Fashion barbs out

change and the World Trade burn
I don't hardly believe in any thing but evolution
They should of killed us all the kids of the revolution

Look

fool yourself
Because there is no plan, no intention
No there is nothing, nothing, nothing
But only pure action
There's an eternal present
There's no

he would kidnap
Trade him for the South's POWs, keep slave states on the map
The plan fell through, but then, Booth heard Lincoln's 'blacks can vote'

Is that your heart I never had one, aye
If she with me then she a bad one, aye
I never plan I never act much, aye
I just keep this shit in action

a trade
Me and you baby
Mom ain't raise a Saint
Been bout my Franklins since a lil baby
Guess some things don't change
Feel like I'm straight out of Grady

Chorus:
From what I was told niggaz say I'm a hit No Limit like Pac,
Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe
And blow, up like the world trade

Supply chain, a path from plan to completion
Everything changes, like the realm and its seasons
Reptile control, lies and cohesion
Obliterate choice,

trades that we all must make
Erratic habits
Alongside seemingly practical tactics
Drawn not by the pen but the magnet
At once lewd and lavish
And never

I gotta tell you something you might know
About fatal attraction
The powder of love is a deadly blow
But you gotta get some of that action

Like

can break my stride
Gotta be a go-getter
No more distractions, it's now or never
Gotta get on the traction
Get a little bit of this action
Pull up, we

a cage
I tend to wail on em
Bad thoughts
I dont dewell on em
That shit is toxic
Ya thoughts are lucid
You stuck on stupid
Back with that action
Snappin

damn you never give a fuck
Cant help the fact I want to focus on my passion 
Ball like march madness I put the plan in action 
Niggas always acting gotta

have to bail out colder than all these nigga you can tell now puttin plans into action I can't fail now

Yeah yeah Get a bag daily I can show you how

through these glasses
Imagine having plans of actions coinciding with passions
It's blasphemous
Especially when tryna gain traction in it
Slip and fall so