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whatever perspective I mask out with the mind of Christ I let in. That’s a version of me men I’m growing to be, wanna be the man in the blueprint of God,
now?
A junkie who, caught between the memory of flight and terror of the night
Begs: what can my money do?
That's what I get for having two eyes
pay your rent
Lemme take it way back to the date I mentioned
I don't know what happened I just know there was some little tension
If you don't get it
talk about leavin
I'm on bended knee like Boyz II Men
Every now and then I cooks, clean, candlelight
Then if I truly set the scene put on some shit by
6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Come on Ras Kass, come and get some
Eyo get 'em up, nah, get 'em up higher
Get 'em up in the sky like frequent fliers
7, 6, 5, 4, 3,
am abi
Where am from is bloody men
Nor b when you see me for outside
You go con dey feel say I be aje
Dey form one or two
You know
Everywhere
Two revolvers, I can let twelve spin
Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit
Buck-sixty who wit' me?
My Cris', two L's, twisted blunts and inner
between black men and women about roles
But, I thought the point was to build up our babies to sustain two parent homes?
Because a union will always beat
to destroy the man
If he insults my Lord again
Better know that we'll never be boys again
This ain't no Boyz II Men
I can't follow you down to the end of that
[DMX]
Sometimes I will take my brother by the arm
Other times I will take my brother by the shoulder
Then there are times I will take my brother
the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it
Fuck
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
there's a difference between the two parties?
Both are just products of puppets and lobbies
One's more compassionate hardly, maybe
But still there's
and I ain't begging her to stay like baby please n*gga but I do fuck with that old r&b n*gga like Jodeci ,Boyz 2 men, and Shanice, n*gga I'm trying
a boy
To get your papa's money you pretend you're a toy
It ain't a question of how long you can play
'Cause where there's a will, there's a way
a lineage that I just wanna represent,
Will to live might turn me to a titan, with no Eldians
Get rich or die trying, I'm Marcus, can't sweat the many men
She
Currently on Extinction Level Event 2
Genesis Chapter 11, verses 1 through 9
Thousands of years before Christ
Tyrant Nimrod, Gilgamesh of Shinar,
The men are saying)
(Glyde hands Fosco a brandy
During the next section
The two play billiards)
To our little game i propose a toast
Well, we haven't won
Wasted youth!
Wasted youth!
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
I know that I will never be politically correct
And I don't give a damn about my lack
Wasted youth!
Wasted youth!
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
I know that I will never be politically correct
And I don't give a damn about my lack
Wasted youth!
Wasted youth!
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
I know that I will never be politically correct
And I don't give a damn about my lack
like a movie
Don't know what will go on next
I'm living life through it
Two years go by you're going through regret
I told you be patient now who's
Yeah You should know who runs this
Queen!
Recognize or get dismissed
Queen!
Since Egyptian Era I've been sunkissed
Melanin...
Now off with their heads!
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts,
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