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North Coast

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls

1996

receive, if you got tha green
By any necessary means, sellin mission,
But if you think you see me wanna try
Hoppin' off in ya ride, tha night if tha bird,

Doin' It Again

Skepta

I Love Grime

2012

looking out for me
The ladies, they go wild for me
Back to the front, left to the right
And everybody up in the balcony
You can tell by my accent that

by my side
It's kinda hard when you ain't right there (you ain't right there)
(You ain't right there, right there)
Somebody wake me from this

of flying saucers
Man if they was flying by the
Alter would you still be prayin'
Laying low inside yo' temple
Contact with another world is
Oh so

God please let me come Home
Glass candles n jack Daniels
Brothers with mental issues
And substances you can't handle
You said you can't stand me baby

who be after me
No one's better at writing songs
I'm the Hip-hop Messi
The savior of Rap Music
And i was saved by Jesus
Him and God only one above me

shoot ya bitch ass everywhere but under your feet

[DJ Paul]
I swear alot of niggaz blame me for shit I ain't got shit to do with
Nigga show it and prove

forgiveness, the fatherfull forgiveness
And feel the spirtural healin, and god's by witness
So keep the pray for, even if you was raised hard
I was buried in

relate to shit?
Me I (me I) I hate ignorance so much
I'm prayin for niggaz that didn't grow much
Maybe our whole generation was raised wrong
I'm only

a connection with someone right away that felt like it was going to last forever?

CHARLIE
Name of spectator, I'm gonna CheckUOut. Yes, you.

Smile for me, you

Aye, when we was in school back in the day
And we'd be talking noise about somebody right
You know what i'm saying. We'd take our hand
And we'd put

where are you takin' me too huh America

Yo I'm Kunta Kinte 'fore he was enslaved by America
Picture the freedom before the terror
Who had to carry

to the 90's, off the Rez and to the streets
When all you really need was a pen, paper and a beat
That would've been me
Looking like a microphone fiend
It is

sleep
That shit had me weak
I am the artist
Treasure hunting like I'm Charlie the Tarkin

Since days I got caught it
Raised by the hardest
Understand that

get into this lets take a little leap
Back in time before this shit get really deep
Selling cocaine this shit was far from cheap
Little by little

cocaine
Turn this hot summer day into a cold day
Heater to your face and push it back like it was nose spray
Caskets turnin' cases, niggas prayin' it's

loves me and forever they'll be by my side
I went through some losses and felt the blame
I was dealin' with a devil and I got burned by the flame
So I had

me, "Baby, you can never own what you can never measure
That pussy, you can't own it 'cause somebody else'll stretch her
So be about yourself and your

on me
And tonight could be the night you die
Fake chokes

Damn, I forgot what I was gon' say
Sike I lied
I'll squeeze 'til I get a Charlie horse
Extended

real niggas
No time for liars and cappers
Tryna kill my vibe slow
That's what ya on nigga let me know
I was trained by professionals
We can get it I be

gimmicks wit me naw Charlie this the real me
Might go play for buffalo cause I be where them bills be
I refuse to somebody joke
I can't go for that!
Doin it

with your ring
She said I’m showing off it was nothing to me
She was stunting the same had a cuff and the bangs
Her stewardess job had her stuck

it’s not to me, because it’s up to me,

Mark my words today because it’s up to me

 

Composed and published by,
Daniel Mwesigye,
Cello Recordz,
Uganda,

Hey Al, you know I gave them folks no chorus, right
I don't think they was just feeling me all the way through
So this is what I'mma do
I'mma call