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per second makes a huge difference. compared it to a humming fridge 
7. elephants trunk, first roar, second roar sounded a lot closer, there was a huge

like that
Explore the Seven Seas, make me wanna Sinbad
A youngin' gotta fight back
Her friend walk by and said I'm staring too long, whoops my bad
I'm

(Bullock) was given to us by one of the following slaveowners, David Bullock, Jesse Bullock, or Joshua Bullock, who resided in Edgecombe County, North

If you never judge a book by its cover
Then why does skin color
Give the Freedom and the
Liberty to judge us
Sick hearing the screams From Mother

the moments were hanging together
Creating an album uuhmumina FUCK
Memories were gonna share
Having faults just like everyone else
My lucky sevens, no comparing

Yeah, LOL bitch, I'm laughing out loud
I don't fuck 'em like Gacy, but I'm still actin' a clown
Casting your frowns
Run and hide, I'm comin' by
Tongin'

[Verse 1]
I was walkin' down the street
Adidas on my feet
This kid started sweatin' and it wasn't from, the heat
Started gettin' real loud

want seconds, we don't want no damn thirds 
Cause we came for first. 

Verse 2 
Late nights thinking about my life like what did I do, how did I get

nothing lying dope
I wanna Harvest some crops
Top it off with a hotpot
And just chill under the Moon
By my side my old guard dog
Shit, man
I wanna see it

I walk around without a single thought inside my head
I talk too loud I panic when I hear nothing that's said
I stomp the ground I'm manic see me

gats that blow the wall out, clear them all out
Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me, fucking real, here's

go natural. 
But at sixty-eight, approaching the big seven zero, her life long vanity would not allow it. 
And so, as the portable radio blared, she

on every melody
Let it ride on every word
Let Your presence be made, manifest in every home
That this album is played
Father, we're asking for more

Voyage commences in T-10 seconds
10
9  Get Ready
8
7
6 Y'all Ain't Ready
5
4 Buckle Up
3
2
1
Analogical
Introducing your pilot
I'm the bar lord,

daytime
In the back of my mind, it wasn't fine
Petrified by this design, need realign
I put my cards on table and roll sevens every time
Don't you have some

Free the real that's locked behind the gates 
'Member when I used to flip a 8th 
Make the 7th money by the 8th 
All this ice and I don't even skate 
Big

The sting of the cold air on my face.

I wanted to show you

The women on stage, unapologetic and loud; a gift I still borrow from, an image that feels like I

Buda-pest, this that Buda-pest, BUDA
Don't get in the front and (Fronting) going to go around back
I grew up moving buda puffing on a loud pack
Gave Montreal

Ion need a hook bitch I'm on the second verse
These niggas on my line got me dead, nigga Hearse'd
I know it all by heart ain't got no time to rehearse

days go by, then you say hi
We both taking approaches so what we got? Oh, ay, that's the bell, I gotta go, we can talk later, waking

Up at seven, go

Right Now

Wordsworth

Mirror Music

2004

lyrics guided your seed
Put 'em in the album cover and it got 'em to read
You not in my league my flow's cold in the hottest degrees
Can seize and cause

I won't let you stay
Can you teach me to throw
Ha
It's time
A lot
True
Blacked out the last 7 nights in a row
how pathetic I've got a brother to be

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

and a half million scanned by the second week
Mother fucker I hit em up

[D12 and Eminem spit on the next few verses. Proof goes first...]

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