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saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
rule, conformity becomes the only security.
Fear is a powerful weapon against human development.
Cowering in our temples of self there's little chance
Lott
The only way you take my spot is with a shot
I grab rappers by the hand and make sure they understand
That they can't scrape j-ro the man
then there came our command, and the atmosphere gushed forth water like fountains from the earth
We said, Carry on it a pair of each kind, male
is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propellin'
Let these words be your Earth
But I was still out to get them pesos
With my tribe in the Grand Cherokee Laredo
Sold the amazon rainforest like Jeff Besos (mad trees)
Burn down
Galahad, and I, wait until
nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French by
surprise -- not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!
ARTHUR:
only you did not think me to be a person who has weakness of mind because of old age
They said, By Allah
You are still in your old confusion
Then when
, let us see
We have no home anymore
While Mima showed the final war
Her circuits bled and fried, as our mother died
She's darkened by our sins
We begin
still feel defeat
Even when your souls are massaged by a rosary
Twenty one grams over G recite my passage lead the blind
I can make the soulless see so
So damn tough
So - damn - tough
Everywhere we go downtown or to a show
We have two necessities
Charlie Mack and our limo
He's feared by suckers
how to feel
When this
Dream of mine used to be so real
I would anything just to sign a deal
But now I trade it all for a home cooked meal
I wanna
as a people's kids were proud to say
They are the symbol of our love for all the world to see
They're a part of heaven right here on earth at 4-0-33
And our
surely begs us home
Still our exercise is fruitless
The ocean's waves are ruthless
We'll sink here like a stone
Look! the light is drawing closer
Our
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
I beat yo' ass twice and you still here
Seven years old, think you run this house by yourself?
Nigga, you gon' fear me if you don't fear no one else
of cast iron,
You'll remember that your home was the richest place on earth,
Warmed by the richest spirit on earth, the spirit of Christmas.
And mama, before we leave this earth
My only wish is that I beat you to the dirt 'cause I know
We ain't shit without our mamas
We ain't shit without our
God is with You even at your worst
I don't turn away from sin
Still that Holy Scripture Water I thirst
That Sex Drive only runs So Long in your
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
to build
Relationships with amazing people, speak to
Amazing people call Elon Musk
Out of the blue, or call
Obama out of the blue…he
Calls the home phone, by
Make sure you ask your friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propelling
Let my words be your Earth
I still have so many questions that I thought would suffice
But time is made on the fabric of when our days once aligned
If only those days were made
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
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