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Manifestin' thought with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart
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the same old two step
While Omegas doin' the same old Q step
I had my money on my mind
I was thinkin' green
She a pledge, AKA, she was pink and green
I want
thumpin'
'Cause niggaz out there they felt that I owed them something
Talk behind my back they don't attack that don't offend me
A 13-year old could just
a 13-year old could just up, and end me
if he wanted to, blunted with the brew in his hand
now does that make shorty rock the man?
not only in your hood
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
This more than anything else is why I have deigned to grace this final battle with my Imperial presence, even against the advice of the Grand Vizier
of
iambs marching. Who said that? Who is in this dark room with me?
Who is standing by my side? Whispering in my ear?
Breathing on my neck? Giggling? Who is
would probably throw my pride aside
Tell my old friends I love them
Tell them Byron tried
I still feel as if I need
To have words with you a few times
don't fuck with 12 man, you already know
I jumped off the porch when
I was 12 years old
I bought my first pack and
I had twelve things sold
I was flexing
up at the sky
I give up my success to have em all still alive
You don't know that struggle
You ain't had to struggle as a child
13 years old me and my
to an end, had to lay em to rest
I moved on and had some trouble with the law
Retreated from my peers and became more self involved
Then I evolved and moved
rain was falling down
Upon the dirty ground of London Town
People pass me by on my imaginary street
Ordinary people it's impossible to meet
Holding
a broken gun
Got you doing more dances than Puffy's son
All you groupies that wanna get took
You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book
And anybody
helps me to release my dreams my fears and my frustrations
Mix it in with self-realization
Pinch of imagination
Mmm love that sensation
Can't forget
closer to pity
My T swift ass hooks was writ by committee
Embarrass my city
Yet still act like Im hard
If Ice Cube was actin then I know Imma star
So lemme
Manifestin' thought with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart
and fireman Marvin Seng
Robbing and looting is as old as the hills
They're still jumping freight trains with crowbars and drills
A hundred years later in
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
Goddamn, goddamn, conversations with people
Crazy how one day, the legends forget that they equal
On this Under Pressure sequel
We not taking it
the way to lose.
'Twas in the fall of nineteen four--leap-year I've heard them say--
When Hard-Luck came to Hunker Creek and took a hillside lay.
options
We ah riding four deep with the semis and autos
No time for the vest all I got is a poncho
Sippin codeine out my young nephew bottle
I'm 20 years
The Sean Slow irreplaceable Collectible Bin With me Lie Then 15 Years That's What I'll Sell it For incredible i Can Not B replaced @ that Price Can i Buy
keep her by your side
Will you ever read these lines
From this letter to my fourty year old self
Do you still
Play your old guitar every other day
In
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