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The history of touches
Every single archive
Compressed into a second
All with us here as I wake you up
The history of touches
Every single archive
Compressed into a second
All with us here as I wake you up
platoon leader  but woken by enemy heaters 

Juggernot  on the block  lash shots at armed retreaters 

Why teach it to the utmost unified? 

Fuck
B-boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make
B-boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make
be	-Boy, where the fuck you at? 
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past. 
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper. 
Before I
bitches see you "go home, Roger" (Go home, Roger)
Tia and Tamara in my bed I'm a smart guy
I ain't fucking with you niggas like apartheid
Hits on my list,
day by day
Life would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly . . . 
Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get away too soon
Ah-ha-ha [3
[background]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccck yooooooooou  
(repeats throughout the song)

By this time I see y'all I say
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came
You know what? the team is clever
Fuck niggas up get drunk pull out a bigger pump
Sell crack, all day rep, rock the meanest leather
Flip you all day
fuck fuck me up)

Irreverence is my disease
It's secondhand, but you know me
The son of a bitch is on his knees
The last man standing gets no pity
T
While y'all niggas watchin' the throne, the throne be watching me

If you fuck this up
There are so many fuckin' kids right now, listenin' to this guy
comin' closer day by day 
Life would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly . . . 
Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon 
Really couldn't get away too soon
zoom into that war paint sensation
Take Me to the basement
Lets dis-sable the cause rotation
Sayin, if you choose to build or you'll die by the tools you
I need to quit acting like a child
And grow up and get on with my life
I told them,

[Chorus]
Fuck you motherfucker fuck you fuck-die
Fuck you
a moan
The night is dark and feel fear
You're lost, cold and confused
But I'm in prayers
Afraid of a beast that stalked the earth
You're bringing
comin' closer day by day 
Life would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly . . . 
Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon 
Really couldn't get away too soon
day by day
Life would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly . . . 
Groovin' . . . on a Sunday afternoon
Really couldn't get away too soon
Ah-ha-ha [3
facelift
By my name of hieroglyphics you could say I'm prolific
I left something for lost ones who missed the space ship
All aboard these concepts beyond
Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggaz
Rockin' the latest in Ben Stillaways
Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggaz
Now
Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggas
Rockin' the latest in Ben Stillaways
Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggas
Now
Written By: The Music

You might as well try to fuck me
You might as well try to fuck me

Let me look into your eyes
Tell me what ya see baby
As I
Starry night, an unknown creation
Written by, and from the archives of Tupac Shakur
Dedicated to the memory of Vincent Van Gogh

A creative heart
This song goes out to those with coke bottle glasses 
To all you lonely kids who were the last pick in gym classes 
We got your back - detract your

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