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Loon Taliboom and you know we live
Kom binne this spot is looking dope inside
House number 007 like goldeneye
Kaapstad naaier that’s who it’s hosted by

want to live
It's backwards to go against God dog
But would you be surprised if
It all wasn't even real? Just saying

Now, I'm telling myself, don't let

a hell of a ride if you don't join the program it is him by your side
I've got nothing to hide
I cannot believe you walk around like you are normal
You

like a blessing from above
Ina France the best weed is in the south (2x)

Let the weed bun
Unu know bout dis ya ganja ah di real one
Unu know bout dis ya

wanna cry?
You wanna live?
You wanna die?
Are you so hungry that you want a pie?
You wanna try?
You wanna buy
Biological, yea I'm Drip with the Kidx
You

on, aight?
As my time be movin' by, I'll be rockin' Lou' Vuitton, naw
That's that poshy boujee on god, I just need a studio mic
This that passion too

ya'll?)
Or would they destest him,
Arrest him, molest him
Or just let him die?
You can't just stand by.

He has suffered, and now it's your turn.
You are

Now he's got survivors guilt, did he do it right?
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep when the doors are closed
I wonder can I live anyway the wind blows?

Uh-huh Young John
No longer in home studios
Need For Peace
Off of Saint And Sinner

Dead friends
Is all i could think about
Will it ever end
Who let

bouches sont fermes
You know it's lit
Like how I get when I hit the fucking blunt, yeah that shit smoking
throat be soaring, lungs are choking, heart is

do all this shit in my room by the way
I don't go to a studio haha
Niggas say I'm rapping like I'm losing my mind
But don't know I've been fucked up

I'm on my way

He said bro there's a party tonight
It's gonna be live
Is you gonna kick it
I said you know the bro will arrive
Just give me a minute
I

and become a real painter
The thing I love most is you figure it out
They wanted you around cuz you had no mouth
Sweet little Reen like I live down south
But

talk about them checks if you ain't mentioning my name
Non-stop nigga, yeah we get it how we live
From the trap to the studio, that's how I pay the bills

touched by some bloke
Cause you're too insecure since your friends are abusers, you choked

Listen
Brit rappers spit American accents
Then wonder why they

Y'all pinatas, knock the stuffing out of
All y'all foul biters i'm Spiderman
Stick to bitches' walls for real though
You Transvestite Man
Bit by

like an eruption (Blowing up)
Flows are volcanic
Got 'em all panicked
When I drop anthems, you know who the motherfucking boss man is (Boss)
Otherworldly

Three, recognize you'll never be me
Four, live nobody's life but yours
I focus on aspects deeper than life to see what it's like

And I'm lost in the world

out-fly?
``Heart, shall we live or die?
``The rest. . . . settle by-and-by!''

So, she'd efface the score,
And forgive me as before.
It is twelve o'clock:
I

friendships, I forgive 'em
Live's stolen... consider that theft
Think about it so much, manifesting my own death
If we keep losing real one's, who's left
Magic

you still my nigga too
If me and Doobie spoke I know by now we a tape or two
All them freestyles we used to spit and never seen the booth
Back when Macc

 path is all I know
I hope you get it, bought a one way ticket
And I ain't turning back now
No, no, no turning back now no, no

First month of '82, South

features
I put God on every track we have a lot of features
Mama Africa you made me who I am
A true South African with a tongue of a sharpest spear
Poetry

words and such
Forget a Mother's Day cause everyday I live by you
until the end of time at the crossroads I see you
Out of all the people in the world he