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cook some mac
Cause we had no cheese but we were always cheesin'
We had no odds but we kept it even
Bank shots were the only banks we could believe in

it wasn't me
Then we'll tidy
Cos you said you wouldn't cook if that house isn't clean
I'm sorry I didn't come to you with my depression in my teens
But

of Four Loko 
At a party in an office, with Nabokov time to give some props yo 
Shout out to Gucci Mane, shout out to David Chang 
Shout out to Teddy Park,

Fucked a hoe so good yeah she came back for the dick twice
By the way I'm a munch where's Ice Spice
Feel like Tank Davis hit that hoe with a left hook

We got pills by the caseload
Copped em south of the border with them pesos
Talking big dinero
We stay so fly
Keep the paper coming in long

want most ah the pie
But you hate to stick by my side
The apple of my eye, but think you allergic to those
What if I keep ya wrist froze what if I cook

You want most ah the pie
But you hate to stick by my side
The apple of my eye, but think you allergic to those
What if I keep ya wrist froze what if I

just a grill cook
I done squashed the beef with niggas why these niggas still shook
Cause I'm the type to eat yo food you prolly get yo meal took
No

wasn't for a future
Emma Bunton's legal age has gone by long time
But she cook and iron better de Isoardee
That barcone has fallen too fast
With too much

cocaine
And I stay wit da top of da line propane
I be tryna pull up, get in da stu and cook up
Have a nigga whole album done, fo he look up
Line jumping no

but this the type of beat to procreate
Is this appropriate
This the typa beat by Saturate
That humans have to make
When we understand the world on fire

in but taking out
So ain't no money there
Respect the hustle
You ain't getting dirty but expect to Bubble
I cook up like David Stern
No fans when

Thought of by my sides got me
Feeling like David
Striving for greatness
Cause my tribe audacious
I'm every way that I move
I never try to basic

I'm causing

take the Pain
Jachon Freedom I’m just tryna Break the Chains
This ain’t no illusion ain’t taking No David Blaine
Need every cent I can get because I’m

a thrown in a home over-looked by a tyrant
My weapon? Ammunition from the books I'm supplied with
Ballistics for a David tryna cook up Goliath
I'm Mr. Too

Yeah, yeah
Tell that nigga P, close the door while we cook it up
West Coast
God sent this one
Reason
Look
Word up, Kurupt
Look
Look, look

Penetrate the building..you gon take up with him..
Son of David our counsellor and he solved the riddle..
What they wanna say he gon invalidate the schemes..

I’m the final level I’m the Kush Master,
Unky trying to show a special move to help you cook faster, 
You ain’t got to hear that shit from me my

or die
We mobbed through D plus 10
Thick and thin
Passing bars like they were burnt up Muha Meds
Scraped by bread
That was way back when
I cook up in my

of the day 

i got em all shook never go by the book 
youll always be my baby if u let david cook 
i dont fuck with no hoes yaint fuck with no crooks
imma make

fucked
Bitch got a strong neck, long as hell, that's a duck

I'ma know what the fuck I just saw today
He got fucked by a trainee, that nigga's really gay

I'm thinkin' about this song that slams the truth straight in your face
Of all the crap we're going through and we're still holding on
Being known by

finally extinguished.
Mr. Stranger, aka The Bone Man, goes to Dublin
Space. Time. Rhythm. Static. Kinetic. Truth. What is truth?
Silence. Do you know?

with spite

They don't know what love is
Though love does
Not mean tolerance
They don't know what truth is
Though the truth
Is broader than science

God