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Gotta keep stick on side ya
Ima pit, but i'm fly like a bird
Hit the hole real hard like Najee
A few racks gone keep her silent
Know i'm looking like

Wommer!
ARTHUR:  Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest.  If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can

joints
Have you tapping yo feet
You should probably abort
But the code is not morse
I been one with the wave
And im back in the game 
In short
Im sure im

you keep fucking up like Najee
I don't have to be with you
Yeah I might have my little, where Im down and out about my body shit
But a bitch is fucking

helped me out
With this album, Temoc, Najee
E-Money, e'ry body that gave me a feature
And everyone else, and I'd like to give a special thanks

Flipped whip
Najee hit shit
Ralpha coming round corner
Thats another hit stick
Kj get to trippin
Swear to god
He leave no witness
Me and trey be inna class

(Verse)
Would like to start off by me 
Announcing this
A lot of yall would 
Have no motion 
I aint exist 
Treated like my last dollar 
All the time I spent

promise that I'm not the one to play with, Keep your distance

Eight people have em stressing, seven people Learning lessons
Six people who you testing,

a life, you need to hang it up
Dreams, click clack
Man down with that chrome Uz'
On his back like "nigga don't move"
Word to mother, we don't lose
Talk

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

delicate.
The spaces have always been created by the gentle and caring,
To be later filled by bullies and egotists.
We can try to fill those spaces with

her in my bed (My Bed)
She took a shot with some color red (Color red)
I'm smokin' pot, token on lambs bread (Lamb's bread)
Can't have my spot until I

blood
Go to calvary, I've been made free
Despite my enemy, I thank God, I'm justified

If my sins had their way I never would have made it
With a debt I

You're not careful
I might You eat, Master, I might eat You
Unless you have a meal with me, Master
Unless you have a meal with me, Master, soon

Baal,

hero
You fucking fraud
Do all the bullshit
With no applaud
The only thing
That you got right in your life
Is thinking that Zer0's the fucking God
Oh my

of duty like the respawn is real like that
I talk to God through this real life rap
Hope he listening to me

Sometimes I pray feel like my prayers fall

Me I dey work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work
(When I chop they want to chop too)
I keep moving by the grace of God
This type of luck

Murder bag Ant I'ma go on this beat Ain't no nigga in my sights really fuckin' with me
I just sit back and watch my nigga murder them beats
How they

blood
Go to calvary, I've been made free
Despite my enemy, I thank God, I'm justified

If my sins had their way I never would have made it
With a debt I

that I'm rambling
Pumped my breaks made a strategy gave to many the energy
They got sick with no remedy ain't my fault they od'd
The god was Najee

Talk It Out

dc Talk

Nu Thang

1991

it out
Talk it out

Talk things out, begin to pray, ya'll
This unit is the only way
Created by God, the Father of all
Who gave each entity a different

these bitches got to pay me
Foaming at the mouth looking like she got rabies
Najee Harris flex your bitch I'm a steal her
I don't sell rock but with hits

burdens since birth I've been careful to watch every word that I say
When I was eight, my body was baptized to wash my sins away
Praying to god with a clean

the bass so loud turn it up you wouldn't dare
When the people all stare looking at you like what's that?
In the trunk with the kicker two twelve
Hit Pantells

admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who