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dreamed up god inside and attic a void darker than the blackest magic
All mythology was born as a cipher for this action 
Monolith or monomyth the obscure

a heart attack
She's got the moves in her Navy blues
She's the one I wanna see take flight
A dime in hand, you know I'm bettin' that we
By closing time,

So come check the magic show by Deshawn,
And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin' your home to a casket,
Turn your wife

play with my gang then ima send him up where God live
Im fighting 4 felonies right now im on the chart still
You lose yo feelings in them streets its

Dj Drama

Fuck it
I done seen it all with these two eyes
Hoes dogs like blue eyes, I mean blue nose
Who she fucking on who knows
Baby mamas I don't

fatter than Lucki
He tryna run away from this lil' stick that's unlucky
I dare a lil' bitch to come touch me
And I got blue face bands in my Louis V duffy

And nothin' to lose

Gallons of Piss that never made it to sewers
I was shat on
by the God my Mama drew up
Lost my mind
Got a new one
Immune to bullshit niggas

list in order
This the album of the year by a long shot
Barkin' got your dog dropped
Please don't tamper with my bucks, Mike Alstott
I don't care

Whiskey bottle and an empty flask
Sitting there by your side
You never seemed like a drinking man
But then again you're in the band
You fill your

From east side of Texas
I go by the name of WeB
All about my greens and blues
While these fuck niggas still in the red
Anti social, don't fuck wit

I went down to old Joe's barroom
On the corner by the square
They were serving drinks as usual
And the usual crowd was there
On my left stood steely

and I back it
Swisher sweet treat, god damn, I crack it
Blue silk sheet through vace, ain't magic
Want a fine piece, got gold in the attic
Brand new

lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't

multiply by ten, all these blue strips leave a stain bitch
I got the racks in my hand, I'm counting them bands, it making them dance
And no we ain't playing

Spit Your Game

The Notorious B.I.G.

Duets: The Final Chapter

2005

fucked a few female stars or two,
Then a blue-light niggas knew like Mike shit not to be fucked with.
Muthafucka better duck quick, 'cause me and my dogs

across the sky
Lighting up Broadway, as the pretty girls walk by
The band brings thunder with little chance of rain
Still Tennessee lightning will wash

get to them bands)
Now I got the flu, get kind of nauseous when counting them blues (Them blues)
Been broke, kind of hurt, shit left a 'lul bruise (A

in the basket
Wakka how you do it I say that's God ain't no magic yeah
Ain't no magic
Speakin' holy scriptures on these haters super drastic yeah
Aye

Big boy status
I just transitioned like the son of magic
Chev told her she could meet me if she doesn't panic
She said oh my god really I'm so

about the Benjamins (Cool)
I'm on the world tour
Free band, my apparel and I rock couture (New Brand)
I'm in the chi with the killers like Chicago

the world
A place prepared for them
Where the gods set their eyes
A tiny blue point In a corner of the universe
In that instant, glory replenished the world

and vibe out for a week
Probably somewhere in Orlando like the magic, but I keep the heat
Like I'm Kyle Lowry, or like Jimmy B
Like I'm D-Wade, all them hoes

the Wall
Raised by the Starks, you not cut from this cloth
Like when Briggs bodied Sloth Quarter tough, barnone, bah hum bug
What I'm saying to your top one

close
When it comes to the Rap art
Am armed to the teeth
Cava the sword of a samurai
Right hand that's a magic stick
I don't need no head band
Where ever