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of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

word, the only road
Anybody out there yo, check out Von Prospa's High Up
I always said, Von Prospa, you definitely had one of the albums of the year
I can

This song is by Mississippi Fred McDowell and
appears on the album Mississippi Fred McDowell (1995).
John Henry was a steel-drivin'
John Henry was

Execute the passengers on the flight my executive decision
Then reminisce on how shady the business
Terrorists asked by Israelis when they visit
Bombed in

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

the passenger seat of my life
Look to my left to see me by my side
Look in the mirror see me in the back
I'm the only one to trust matter fact
I'm the only one

hated to see me progress
Bet my new album make
Interscope wanna reinvest (woo)
Yeah, you see I'm back talking arrogant
My brother got a problem with

words, flustered my head
Time looping around all this bullshit you fed
Photo album on the floor
Every page kept the score
Every smile is a sore
Every pain

Maybe it's my insecurities
Send you everything 'cuz you're family
Bump the album don't skip
'Cuz you like the sound
Ignore the hate
Those road blocks will

Don't blame it on the weather why I'm crying in my beer
Don't blame it on my old hound dog that said "woof, I'm outa here
Don't blame it on the words

that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine

death, no Basquiat, I'm sittin' passenger
Smoke dead opps while feds watch, roll it in leaves of lavender
Shed light on my life through peepholes, adjust

inspiration crash une nouvelle line de putain de sa mere
Tellement ter ter
Car sur fond de rap de rue
Je crache mon glair, mon frere
Des le reveil, j‘regrette

inspiration crash une nouvelle line de putain de sa mere
Tellement ter ter
Car sur fond de rap de rue
Je crache mon glair, mon frere
Des le reveil, j‘regrette