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You can't slide through cha-cha
Get rich and put my mother in a Prada
Do what I do just like lava
Goes through circles, something like karma
Step

back this time
I'll put it down with my guide
You've always been by my side
We got so much left to see
Give me a moment to breathe
'Cause you and me

little white hen
There are many kinds of men
Some will pursue you till the end
Others will make you a better friend

Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do

affraid to think and to try
if you are turn down, don't stop and try and try and tryyy

Get it and get it get it
get it and get it get it
Get it and get it

up 
The ultimate reproach just by being this dope 
The problem with your boast is you ain't the B.O.c.T.
The volumes I compose make your gang 
Look

think I would have learned by now
I can't be the only one
Who bites off the biggest pieces
And forgets how to
Chew the fat
And suddenly become
Thick

with me fuck with my nigga man
You know how we get down around this bitch Mafia shit nigga
I'm with the clique and the mafia. Sam and I don't do trilafia

man, I'm just a wanderer tryna get by
You won't be seeing me, I'm not the type of man to sit alone and cry

removed
(Don't act up)
Now step aside or be removed
(Bow kneel down)
Before a better man than you
Now hear my tale

I tried to make amends
I needed someones

THE ANGEL OF DEATH 
Written by Leon Howse/Ger Madden/J.P. Proulx

Coming down with head held high
Death approaches with heavenly sigh
Clouds are

worthless 
Tryna water my flame I stay in the amazon 
Used to the rain, bit by the snakes
Have you petrified, Stone Cold Steve Austin type  
Took a break, now

take hold
Of my head, Dark Fiend stirs, down below
Primal passions be what they are, in all Realities
Patriarchy, the cause for our guilty mentalities

the rest are somewhere somehow sometime rhyming eventual 
Hoping for dollar days, we need change, be sensible 
Your counterfeit mission is really not that

cre you a safe haven or are you on the radar?
Damn

Wes and war
Wes and war
Wes and war

Less is more
Less is more
Less is more

Wes and war
Wes and war

about it 
What are you over there worrying for
I knew right then and there that it was gonna be all good 
Then all my cares ran out the door

Chorus:

but not God. cngels strumming tunes that are audible to those attuned and swooned by the thought of an afterlife but refuse to admit that all things

Are you ready for love?
Well no need; it ain't there
Don't be ready for love
Cause it ain't there, and it never was
Just tension in the air

See me all the time
I run the city by my lonely
I don't wanna see you my Brodie
Smoking gas imma Stoney
Smoking gas imma Stoney
Voices in my head I'm

motherfucking rookie bro
She's likes
All the girls
In my life
She takes
What's hers
And mine
Hot turn the shower down steaming
A lesbian love me so you add me

nothing but echoes
Cities glow While the landfill mountain grows
The apocalypse will be televised
To blind eyes
Don't be surprised by the size of the tide

I try to fight it
Try to survive it
Not gonna back down now
Don't wanna be here
Don't wanna be there
Just wanna disappear now - now - now

The sun is

Physically strolling down this mental pathway
I know my words are past great, I wonder what my dad say
But here I am doomed to never find out
Because

of forever; forever in nothing
It's not that funny
These are lives handmade by God
The body's just a prison that we're stuck in
What's happening? Fuck this
Why

me, and thought they be the ones leaving one up
Wholetime i asked god remove the snakes from out my corner
Long list of people i gotta shit on and you