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direction
Stacked a mil, bought chains and rings
But what good are all these things
If you ain’t right within?

We in the eye of the
Storm when the dust

respect my authority when I'm on the set
I'm an intergalactic bounty hunter like Boba Fett
Behind the moon cosmonaut rock, my brains all wet
Baby I'm out

the whole night will be free
So, she grabbed me by my hand, led me to a private booth
We were fucking so hard that the screws are coming loose
Next day, I

knows I'm less than gold
A fool's rock molded by petty stones
Scathed by mortar
Escape no fate
Cauterize the open wounds
The insides seeping with seething

surrounded by his Glory like a fish in the sea
I embrace this mystery deep in intimacy
How He fashioned all creation so intricately

Nothin’ I can’t do
Cause

One for the shoeshine man

The balance is preserved by snails
Climbing the Santa Monica cliffs
The luck is walking down Western Avenue
And having

The cedars in the sky saw the people skipping by
Brandish megaphones between their legs in stride
Siren when they turned, clicking heels 'gainst

rooms
The backbone at the end of time
Pulling strings out your skin when you die
I crawled under six feet deep beneath you come find me
Here lies E
Gone

deep in your eyes
I wish i could do this forever
So hey, it’s up to you to decide
Babe, are we meant to be
together?

Can’t hold it
must get you whatever

advance
Best understand, I'm from a place
Where niggas bare arms like tank tops
Shell Shock niggas, trigger happy when that thang pop
Slang rock just

them take it away
Fuck all my deep downfalls they clapping back in my face
I really rock no stress I think I'm scared of the fear
Of losing someone who’s

hate
Watch me while I get to this bank
Count these rocks all in yo face
Idgaf wat no one say
No Nick galbadon ion ride no waves
We can do business,

I probably rock Brutini boots over Versace
Michelin establishments and beautiful women
Make me feel the prosper
Don't let it stop there
The chef

Black Market

Doomsday

The Best of Black Market Records, Vol. 1

1997

with black market now peep
Shit gets deeper and deeper, meet me
The doomstown grim reaper, and PIT
Platinum, Mister Doctor Lynch Hung
We do your ass

You ain’t tryna fight, up pipe, ima take life, fuckin with me send em to the light, make it expedite, come right, you’ll get left by the end

gettin' burnt by the sun
When you come like an orgasm makin' mad noise
Talk a whole lotta shit, like I'm supposed to lose my poise
Man, I'm way past

but can't nobody rob me
I showed up by myself shook ones come mobb deep
Upside down twerking now roll your hips slowly
Run up the pole twerk sideways

back to the hood we gone peel u like a sticker 
Pardon my French bitch ion do kissing 
Grab u by da neck like a dog in dis bitch
Choke dat dick 
Use mo

what we got and how deep it get
But one of us gon end up sick you make a nigga pick
Would hate to tell you play ya roll and read ya script 
Alot of

and dine bitch lock yo eyes with mine that shit impossible huh I can see deep in yo future by placin my pupils on yo  nastral scars 

Diva you gotta party

Yeah I'm me, and I do what I do
So don't criticize, just worry about you
Because we all got our own imperfections
And I'm lost in my head without no

and I'm drunk off the hen
Thot got me a fiend
So much nikki in my blood
I think that my blood is clotting
We roll fatties in the car and spark it up
Til

to fly by
Why I got to struggle keeping my eyes dry
While the punk pussy mother fuckers
Doing drive byes
Nice try maybe next we can roll the dice
Why I got

got something for them
Still waters run deep like the river of Jordan
And between we and them is a cordon
It seems like between me and you is a canyon,