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Pain stuck my heart when I saw her cry
So I hugged her, what's left in life?
Her daughter two years old
Left with no father

Shot dead, murdered by

Down past Barton Hollow by the railroad line
They say that’s where she up and lost her pretty little mind
Blame it on the full moon
Blame it

Don’t believe you’re lying eyes the filter to see white man’s disguise our founding fathers chiseled in stone but our country was built by other

me I seen you by the corner you had a straw hat
And dressed like Tom Sawyer now I'm bout to call the police so they can
Haul ya down to the station

"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I

words, lines and rhymes
He’s Sun Light, whoops, I meant Moon Shine
He will ruin any beat
Clap your hands and stomp your feet
Listen to his words, lines

at least two hundred years 
To stop the rush of blood 
But even now, they march the streets 
They claim to keep the peace
Fascists, protected by police 
Will

Wash away my sins, I'm holy
Whipping stolo's, chased by police
Back then they didn't want me
Now I'm hot, they all on me
Back then they didn't know me

to vomit
Nowadays, everybody's pointing a gun
Let's go to the park and have some fun
The police are after me, so, I gotta run
After I record this rap, I'm

Chorus (klouded):
Beneath a dimly lit moon, where the shadows dance too
I see her there, looking so beautiful
The way she looks at me, beneath that

Cartier
I got homies knocked by police
I got homies knocked by police
I got homies knocked by police
They gone have to hit me up on the phone now

the worth
Ain't gonna lie it gave me strength my enterprise was birthed
Solicited by promiscuous chicks
Who act duplicitous who try to shoot their shot
Still

A short life and carreer
Front of punk spreading fear
Your name will never be forgotten
Given by your friend Johnny Rotten
All was so decadent

or album and they Gon flock
Anybody make a scene might Get popped
I just load the mic and go song For song
Show to show till the check Drops
Yeah
Shoes

to
Only rapper of the year whose album ain't need a Maglera verse
Unless you the homie the rest of you got spun by him
Every verse for me is like America's

under a purple moon
a visit from the dead
followed by neverending night
in darkness the moment remains all swallowed
by icy waves of bittersweet death

a couple of Rosarios
DJ Quik and Suga Free on the stereo
I'm the king of the area - barrio Barbarian
Interrupted by my bitch asking if we can go

Flexing know I got it triple sev nah they don't know the deal
Holy grail
Project zu an album no iss gold to him

I been getting gone you know I'm

at least two hundred years 
To stop the rush of blood 
But even now, they march the streets 
They claim to keep the peace
Fascists, protected by police 
Will

So I could tell you about it

I knew it when I stole her book from a box full
That was taken away
By our new landlord
I stayed up all night reading

levin with the wolves when the moon come out, arguments turn to shootouts ,police scout,.young whores got a dick in their mouth, hide a brick in

not to chill with niggas
Now I'm backseat, I'm like Malcolm on the black street
With the album, I'm an athlete
The way I be makin' the track meet

The kids still fighting back forth behind
The glass like the windshield wiper
Good butter here then, let's say album
Brooks brother clear lens flex frame