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on Earth then we're all sons of Satan 
But Heaven's still adjacent so that's what I'm chasing 
To accomplish my mission I can never be complacent 
Enemies

come and talk to pops 
I took that nigga lil bitch she was a sweet lil thot 
She gave me top i blew her top then i sent her right back
All these niggas

and not stand by my side
Cause I ain't got no damn enemies
Killed em all
And I ain't got no competition
To think I'm out here racing you would mean that we

people fake
She's a dime, but gotta mind cause she say that beauty fades
Cause she know that beauty fades

Her son is all that she can think about, a happy

you
Baby Ill never betray you
Stay by my side
I promise Ill never fall through
I know that we were in love way before I even knew you
Diamonds shine

believe in yourself
Santeria
San Santeria
Santeria
San Santeria
I swear
I swear
I dare to you
To come and try to
Fuck with us
All the work is done by you
So

I was walking down the street alone
All by my lonesome, have no place to go
In the night things get delirious
In the city metropolitan the life is

Listen here, can you hear that song, it’s half agony and half hope?
A little bit of mourning, slathered in love
All that longing, emotions pull

enough
And we all hope that he is
Or at least hope that he’s rich
So you can just hide behind his money
Lonely bitch
When i asked you for a favour
Only

my name is Len 
Just looked at the score and we winning again 
Again and again and again 
Gotta boss up lions all in my den
Walking on beats that u

Why do we fight
What is alright
Is it alright to be surprised
Questions in my sight, thinking thinking with all my might
Pushing towards the right,

just wanna send him back
Got to trouble, he's the son of the Principal
So temperamental consequences are invisible
Just gonna do my thing
On that hip hop

the trees
It's all about 1
The birth of the son
But the all mighty dollars got us on the run
Wail the Jews have Hanukkah
Then there's kwanza
Muslims have 'Eid

-two
Better get to moving son, you got some work to do
The Lord decided this world was a wicked, evil place
It was time to pull the handle, and flush it all

be 

No stable job since Out the Military  
That's why that pain in my Vibes Vary 

All I wanna do is the music I'm Driven
I care less if you ready for

money climb like bouldering 
Still I have to forgive myself for lack of common sense
Stupidness and wickedness are common friends 
I'm just letting my

that's absolute is things are what they seem
Fuck Illmatic
I'm an orange flower in the attic against all odds dying to be
This ain't my first rodeo
Face

The Lord
He who created you oh Jacob
He who formed you oh Isreal
Fear not for I have redeemed you I have called you by name you are mine
God cares about us

be going too fast don't crash bruh
I get it you can't come in last
But you gotta deal with yo past son
So run it back
I am not phased by a front, I

Deceiver
I'll take you back to utopia
You drafted
Bow down the innocent
You are a swindler
The traitor in our midst
We'll hang you up by your laces

a flight
Without a light
I'll be navigating in the dark
Living all the drama
Mama worried her first son gon be a rapper
Steady on my grind keep calling

I don't believe in having homeys, everyone is phony
I don't get close, not even women get to know me
Only my son in no one I trust
Because I've

right by your side
But I ain't been digging your vibe nah
I cool down
You geeked
Pull up and you get into the passenger seat now
I thought we playing

Our Father who art in Heaven
I'm haunted by your name
If we are born of sin
You have yourself to blame
If our blood is holy water
Why would you want