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majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR: Be quiet!
DENNIS: --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR: Be quiet! I
hit
Thought he was cool
Tried to walk and then fell in this bitch
The doctor like, "1, 2
3- oh my God there's 30 shells in this-"
I got great aim, i
grave, you cannot sell your soul when their isn't one to take!
So im runnin on a roll rappin skippin three grades in hip-hop K twelve, watch a freshman get
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
was cool
I don't know if you're there yet in your trip or if you're
At the beginning when you're really high but totally aware
Totally aware totally
Capricorn, is it?
Wise Man 3: No, no, that's just him.
Mandy: Oh, I was going to say, otherwise there'd be a lot of
them.
(The Wise Men are
or the ground is growing smaller, or I'm much too high
Blue skies overhead, have me convinced that total ecstasy is found right here in the sky
The universe is
prefix disappeared into the blue
Including one that was in between 2 the post office
And Verizon didn't even need to move
Sposed to be melting shoes
But
you down just to prove it
Three layers deep, still keep my dreams lucid
Third eye blind till I ate a few shroomies
Then by the third time I was trippin
in one week, yeah, that was public school
Did I say 3 in 1? That's funny 'cause there's 4 of us in the Slaughter
That's a 3 and 1, I learned that in
left by the roadside, think twice before asking for cosigns
If you can't fool twice, you won't get to 3
World's getting smaller than six degrees
Don't
us
Know it's us
Jordan's on our feet
You know it's us
Twenty three
Table full of Henney
You know it's us
Hennessy
I'm a big boy now with a big ass
I'm just tired
The land is getting smaller and smaller
Swallowed by, surrounded by the water
Maybe I can reach land
Where my feet can touch the sand
I
When it was time for us to re-up, make us multi-million-ires
J-j-jeah
(And more, much more than this, I did it my way)
Yeah, in my lifetime
I
was once at home all alone making songs
In the image of a person that I just might be
So now I feel free
Tell me what's next
Will it go right if I
Gettin', gettin' some head (ay)
I was with the kinda girl that make ya toes pop (Block Music, Luda)
In my bed, minding my business, 'bout five in
1983
She flew up up up in the galaxy
She went down down down in history
She was America's first space lady
Always one of the guys
She flew that
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
shit ain't that deep for real
But certain shit like cheese
Will leave you six
Feet deep if I'm knee deep in bills
Yo I sleep wit' steel cause I merk cats
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
never was in doubt about us
And couldn't see life without you
Head always down
Seein' tears hit my boots
I remember seein' you put
The leash on Baloo
Oh great heavens above
I'm at the cliff that I was shown
So tell me now what I must do
And he's met with silence
Oh lost wanderer
That beckoned me
you to your destiny
Where by other souls are slain
It won't take long
It won't take too long at all
Three men in a desert wandering
One is knowing
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