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hands, then a ban
The coca in the system, man, how Pasa-dangerous get ran (Pasadena!)
By elders with addictions and the correct-colored Vans (what?)
Fake

just do what I do/
Ain’t no right way or wrong, just the right way for you/
Gotta pace your breathing it’s true, patience is a virtue/
Stress got me

While these imposters give you a bowl of superstition
It's GOD over Money honey, the New Edition, 
I make my peace by bathing beneath the crucifixion

Now you know you done fuck now precise the hype as I recite the Type write to make my vision ignite
my thoughts & words begin to unite when I hick up

I miss honey on the moon
Who this stranger in my bed
Old texts chilling in my phone
We still hangin' from its thread
Jimmy Choo still in the bottle

Jimmy trousers, Chrome Heart transparent
2010, first murder cost 'bout ten
Racks just to spend, you can tell by the way I grin
And I been Chrome

Beast mode
Do you like my rock 'n' roll
Does it hit you like a rocket to the innards of your soul
While I know that I got another road take
I could ticker

or snatch purses
Yeah, Hittman been working ever since he was 13
Always ready for war like I got it on the dash
Unload your clip and pray to god I don't fire

Chant the Anthem

Remedy

Code: Red [Bonus Tracks]

2005

glory, the blood of a million spills, a long stories 
It suits ya, Remedy forever givin knowledge for the future 

There's no devil without the God, no

, living by no man's laws
Why's the truth hard to see, when God's in yer dreams Put it down, follow me, Matthew 4:19 Poisonous living, boy struck ye illin
My

We got them opp packs, we roll up and smoke 'em to God Son
We burn up the mash, the gloves, the clothes, and raise hell 'til God come
I'm the live

as a peach, life is a beach
And I’m in Venice laid on the beach
White sheets
With a dime-piece starin' at my timepiece
What it say? By six o'clock we be

engrained in my heart
Can't believe I found the light, raised in the dark
Supported by my elders
Man I swore I'd never tell this
But it can be bleaker

a hundred thousand by the evening
Cause niggas be talking but really they really got nothing to say
I promise you niggas, I'm chasing this money like ándale

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin

Havana Syndrome

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy

junkies, we own it
Nigga, I'm a god, try to stop me, I force it
I'm never losin' focus over bitches, Jimmy proud of me
Yeah, this shit is tiring, but I gotta

My Skin Is My Sin

Ice Cube

Bootlegs & B-Sides

1994

as a scapegoat, well cracker don't sleep
Far from a goat, more like a black sheep
Lamb of God, and it's odd
That Allah is a man that don't need a tan
And you

it

On god just gotta pray consistent

He was my dawg but now I keep my distant

u hang with rats  than y'all coexisting

Ride  by myself don't want

Papa Charles he sent me this poem
He gifted it to me I think it was either my birthday or Christmas
The poem he sent was called "If" by Rudyard Kipling
I

I know He's on it (Yeah yeah)
I walk by faith and not by sight
I got His word and we on it (Uh)
I got His spirit and we on it (Uh)
Me and the squad we

Do You Like My New Car?

Frank Zappa

Fillmore East: June 1971

1971

from here?

No, ah.. which one is it?

(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in

again we breaking gods laws
Repeat the process that's what the moment called for
We both came I got mine on her third nut
It was insane a kinda night

core
Never fall to defeat, it up rises for more
Get that boost
Guavamatic, no static
Emphatically move

Oh my God, how I got here?
My thoughts