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(Progress)
I could even tell by the way shawty would dress (Would dress)
Now I'm done with all that shit back to the more checks
Shout out to my SA and Malawi

the back routes
Fat nigga with a lot of racks blow her back out
Before I got my own bag I use to have to watch the stash house
Mr. state hopper meet two hoes

Jawbreaker, Mr. T Experience 
Never rock anything new 
Chesterfield Kings
I'll smoke a whole pack as I try to sing
Re-read The Stand by Stephen King
Avail

shii mo mi le mi le
Check the profile mo'n ko'rin pelu lo ba lo ba
Awon omo ni London wo'n pe mi ni Mr lover lover
Shout out si awon omo ni Malay waya

The Crows
A collection of ten tracks
Inspired by the late poet Edgar Allan Poe and his works
This project is the embodiment of Mr. Blackburn's growth

even tell by the way shawty would dress
Now I'm done with all that shit back to the more checks
Shout out to my SA and Malawi realest connects
Back

use to sell the people weed y’all acting like I‘m trying to purge
Now I only sell the people words Mr. Officer 


Verse 3:

This guy passing by said he

Halle Berry (She's Fine)

Beenie Man

Down South Slangin 59

2009

bread to take me and you to London
And back to America and all over the country
She make me want to keep her close by
Like a side kick
She tha type

Wine and Chocolates

Theophilus London

Timez Are Weird These Days

2011

the villa and rock chinchillas
Girl I ain't going nowhere, sit here and play cops and robbers down by the moonlight
Sunrise it's time to go, grab your phone

the 911
In a generation by myself
In the kitchen betty crocker
Searching for fairies my name Mr. Crocker (FAIRIES)
I put that shit on I'm so proper
Now run

What you running from? (Yeah)
What you running from? (Yeah)
What you running from now... yeah
Maybe my pastor struck a nerve... by calling me out,

filling?
Cause I've been confused by these stories involving
Wolves in sheeps clothing
While sheep have been loathing
Hard to decipher, easy to indulge in

cat
My pp fuck your fucking dog
Because you know i'm bringing it back
Bringing back what? Bringing back bestiality
I'm a fucking snap i pull my pp by

go off
Alarms blow off
As I carve verses and fire them
I keep my calm
This is my meditation
Not fueled by validation
Mum I got sufficient innovation

what's coming next/
Experience sudden death, a period on my life sentence/
Watch it go by (flash), no I don't wanna go/
Out like that, but I'm alone,

through
Suddenly by a thread i m hanging on
Am I really that accident prone?
Inahelating thoughts of a safe zone

Fourth time 
Contemplating the perfect ski

watching the show the smokes prepared for him
Hand to hand, face to face, they are dancing with the flakes
Meanwhile there is a funeral, Mr. Ash is in

Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane), Alexander Rodriguez (Jhvndro), and Terrence Copeland (T. Anansi)

The joy of creating is unmatched
To just

I got a call from Mr Hart
Said would you like to be a part of something great
To join a band with Ringo Starr
Bring along your bass guitar and don't

it's so fuckin easy
So how you like it like it now

Yeah yeah right, whatever, whatever
Well Mr. Fucking know-it-all
He's got all the answers
Knows all

I'mma take some time to write so I don't lose touch.
The miss is (misses, mrs., etc.) gettin' expensive,
It's almost too much.
Sittin' spittin'

you tight
We'll never fight
But these niggas are tellin' you, tellin' you, tellin' you lies
Mr Kebzee mehn I go by the name MK
Pocket full of money this

grabs
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by a Chinese line
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne
But there's no

myself,  it was like
I suppose it was slightly
Different era to some
Of the up and coming cats now
You know, but, there's a lot of
Different experiences man