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The chosen one I was chose
Working my craft to mold
In love with the studio
I love it can't let it go
Dedication tatted on my arm, ambition on the other side

the opossum
Play dead
With my Eyes narrow
Sitting on my ass
In my room
Legs crossed
Ping ponging in my mind
Entangled by the ropes
Arms spread
Dreading the time

Golden Arms

The booth with the ground wire
Where I control my empire, thugs call me sire
To roam my kingdom, you must spit fire
Bars of fifty, what

bowties, only designed by one guy
Really don't need to co-sign, people know that it's go time
When Shawn say it's showtime, I come up with dope lines
We too

he gettin' dirt and really told on his people (he folded)
In the streets, deal with O's of perico (word)
Look at this nigga arm, you can tell by

on the arm
I took that shit on the road with me, just like a port-a-charm

(I just got a line on a freelancer with a hundred grand burning a hole in his

it in a arms reach
Yea I'm a student of the game but If you reach then i teach
Say she Saved by the bell lets shoot a porn like screech
Then I kick her

need your peace be still
I need your peace be still
When it feels like I can't breath
With your oxygen let my lungs be filled
Let my lungs be filled
I

I'm a Gypsy Man

J.J. Cale

Troubadour

1976

I'm a gypsy man on a one-night stand
Am I fit to be loved by you
I'm with a gypsy van, 
Just travelling the land
They'll be leaving in

Someone to Hate

M-Boogie

Laid in Full, Chapter 2

fuck these emcees"

I'm in a record store spitting on emcees, these
My attitude rock is L's with a golden nameplate and a Kango
That's why rappers is

Cingularity Point

Canibus

C of Tranquility

2010

Punishment for touching another man
I'm just a poor shoe cobbler from Guadalajara
Who came in contact with scholars that studied Kabbalah
I do not wish

no rush to get old, just wanna be the perfect man
By the time my kids have little ones of they own
Gotta do right to make up for brothas I know
Who see

cards were golden
Ace in the club yea we dealing cards
I got all these tats on my arms
Lord, you're ugly, lying in my arms
You haters put up your guards

that glitters ain't gold
Jimmy Hendricks in his prime with 4 years to go
So I claim the streets shall inherit the game
My seeds shall inherit my name

cTOM BOMB BcBY by c. Ronee Blakley, Sawtooth Music, cSCcP
Ronee Blakley Productions Inc, Blakley Records. Distributed by Symphonic

 In every world

Even with a fever he’s a bonafide believer
So he says a prayer on the telephone
Dreaming of a lover with her arms wrapped ‘round the cover
Of a book

to all enemies, by your own fuckin penalties
Off with your dome I roam through your war zone with a platoon
full of soldiers with dust bones
Ain't nuttin

arms, crucifix
Hanging by a thread, don't sew me up I rip the seams
Usually lucid this user is loosing in these vivid dreams
Wake up like the Folgers
Try

I ain’t no’ne to fuck with, I work on my core like some crunches
I stay flippin’ words like I’m stuntin’, Mike said kick it off like I’m puntin’

bomp)

well i stay awake for hours
(tell me bout it man)
long after the dreamers come to play
(all the time man)
drenched in golden showers
(your a sick

chains that wrap your brain 
Programmed to look, rap and talk the same 
Computer sims stuck in a maze so
We ride for the motherfucking truth 
With

Waxing melodic she beckons me
Diamond tiara and golden rings
Dancing and flourishing as the wind through the trees
With her sapphire iris dismantling me

claw pain kit
Now with more bang by the facelift
I used to give a
Hangnail's fuck about patience
Now it’s just I see money, take it
Funny how morality is

things right 
Jesus said give me your burdens
With arms open wide
You know I’ve always been with you
Through every dark night
I sent you every coyote
Yeah