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sins forgiven
The build provision, right hand precision, left arm persistence, the seat's a figure of speech
To recline I reach for my beliefs, in this

I may have gotten two right
But I know I missed the rest
I'm staring at the ceiling
Asking God for some help
I know I can't cheat
Cause I'm sitting by

the open
The way it fly by, the boy showboatin
Cruise NY, lap hoboken 
I may shoryu switch to hadoken
Just to put flames to these lames unspoken
My left

yay
Brody tellin' me to push the weed, Naw thats long way
I-I remember back then, sellin' dope in the hallways
Couldn't make it to the exams, popin his

chased him since birth
Not enough holy waters or holy fathers to reverse it,
Disturbed by the models hanging on the ceiling high,
They worship, he’s

chased him since birth
Not enough holy waters or holy fathers to reverse it,
Disturbed by the models hanging on the ceiling high,
They worship, he’s

stacked up to the ceiling
Executioner style, none are left breathing
Property I'll take by force or after death, I'm seizing entire lives
Fucking wives in

Two pillow service hit the early desk
Were you seeing all the programs it was perfect yes
I was diving in a foxhole with an open head
I was just

Executioner Style

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

[Repeat x2]
Comin straight off the sidewalks of New York 
A nigga livin foul

As I steps inside the playground 
I lays down my laws at the door

Hands in the ceiling.
Ain't got no dance move
So I'm just two stepping!

*Peep in the blind spot
Caught shorty watching.
Her body spoke my language
Now we

could call me a villain
I came out bi because I was molested
Went on for years by two people I trusted
I put my pen to paper and really started writing

What can i say
I been working just way too much from sunrise til the moon rays
I been longing just for the freedom of an open two days
But i can't

enough, shit
(But she's married, sir)
Just gotta get pushy
(That's your daughter)
Well, grab her by the pussy
That's assault, brotha!
Don't tell me

x2
You don't need to worry
He's by your side, you'll be alright

Verse 3:
I'm tired of the shooting on 'em, firing on 'em, drilling on 'em
Needa chase

I keep one
I keep two
I keep three
I keep four
Fiends keep on knocking
And they need little Money Mo
Only got a couple left
So, Einie meanie miney

The sunlight in his living room was disappearing
And he wanted to enjoy the few hours of leisure
He had left before he had
To go to work again in the morning
He

Now i go by the hunch kick shit like a punt
Left pocket full of hunds right pocket full of runts
Saw my people eating and they ain't leave a nigga

and peace
Begrudgingly I'm left wondering, was it just me

Goodbye river
Goodbye river
Goodbye river

By now, I guess I've figured it out
Don't need

It all started when I left my mumma's house in 017
I moved in with my friend, he lent me some green
And some coke to try and get my money float
Tryna

I'm confessing to this vodka this stress will get you popped up
A walk by black pea coat the desert E spit nonstop
Cease ya'll plans I plan to live I

Downing those Coronas might've given me Kahonas
Maybe it's too late maybe it's too late
So many tears too many beers
Got me swerving left to right on this

gon talk about me

Pants sag er time I walk I just can’t help myself 
1 chain ain’t enough i had ta get 2 Im getting beside myself 

( chorus )

I Left

on my own two feet
I fill the role like Morgan
Stage like Pac did
Flow like Lauryn
I am important
Days pass, I'm thinking where's the inspiration?
I tried

Flesh

Atmosphere

God Loves Ugly

2002

[scratched]
"Get off the mic and get off the coke!"
"On the count of three"
"1...2..."
"one for the cuervo, two for line"
"Get off the mic and get