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Yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah
Yeah-yeah
(Big Zo) If it ain't Anagi! Bye! (Big Zo, Big Zo)
Uh
Love shouldn't hurt
Yeah
Oh
Shouldn't be able to get hurt by

repetition
Girl you fuckin' wit a superstar
Writin' flows made from gold, check out my memoir
It's not a secret, bitch I been hot
And if you up for a trio,

You know people always ask me
Shad how do you smile despite living with cancer
Now the secret I tell them is, I'm grateful
Now with gratitude, I want

hold a secret, hold it to the grave
Huh hold to th
How do I be rappin'? Just say words and it's gon' make sense
Know why y'all niggas cappin', y'all some

their soul where the belief is glowing
We evolving but the barrels keep revolving like doors
Because nothing brings more profit than wars
By the time they

the bay
Planets play by seasons
Somewhere in their field grounds
I've got limits but not scared to die
A rare soul is a friend of hope
Just make sure

[Music / Lyrics by Torbjærn Weinesjæ]



Somewhere there's a gathering
In a place where time exist



The aisle of finest marble
And walls of purest

Smokin' on the freshest za, pounds of the strong
He beggin' for a handout, wishin' he was on
But you know me, I can't go, I cannot fold
Know some secrets

Revenge Fiction

The Damage Manual

Limited Edition

2005

Poke me with your talk, Ben, fuck

I'm too close to decide
Seems like the page never lied
Do you see the fiction at your front door?
This time

I'm tryna evolve past the revolving door
Unlock my wings then jump and soar
Locate the key of happiness and more
I aim to be a butterfly with

No more
You ain't finna be broke
When you riding with a pro
I could open up doors
That you wouldn't believe
Even in your dreams
Girl you got good genes

it. Yeah, I'll count it
Alright, damn You count fifty thousand by hand, that's crazy
Yeah, I mean when the machine is down
Game gang, Been on game
Try

start to see the vision, me
I been knew that these times was coming soon
Here it come we goin up and we ain't stoppin by the moon, yeah
Get the door we

And with a parting glance, he shook hands and said Thanks
God bless you friend, and walked out of the door

Many months were then to pass before I was led

unexpectedly
They want your secret sauce don't ever give up your recipe
Nigga you a business now start moving like an entity
And staying independent until these

I think we all got secrets
So peep this, beneath this I move with discreteness and deepness
I hate the whole feeling of a weakness with

to the Lord, read Luke 2:23
I let go and let God, no secret or recipe (Gahhh!!)
Harmony only achieved by combining abilities
At the same time, no individual

dollar
He wakes up
Take a shower
Out the shower
To brush his teeth
He get dress
Then he eats
Grab his keys
Before he leaves
Then he out the door
To the 9

Hatin' niggas tryna shut me
But I get love by my producer
The city I live in shiesty
Damned if a bitch or nigga use me
I read em let a page
Let me gon

and cool it with a bad bitch
I dropped out of school but I'm still flying in first class bitch
And I'm counting blues I should be sponsored by the Mavericks

roll up
Break the herb right down on the folder
Suicide doors yea them things go up
Paparazzi takin pictures next up tell em hold up
Came through in that

this ho, nigga (Slide)
I'm Osama 3 Laden (We gon' ride)
That's on Bubba, nigga
MO-motherfuckin'-3, nigga

Park the vehicle, don't lock the door
There

I open the door 
Nobody in the house 
No pictures on the wall
Just a letter on the couch 
Now I know what it means 
Don't take me for fool 
I've

And when its matters You'll die here alone
Cause we getting ratchet With my shadow clones
She's thinking hes patient but its bout time we kick in your door