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to get by
The leaves are falling in the meadow

Looking in the mirror it's so hard to see my face
Stuck in a daze
Image isn't clear or maybe I'm just

A low setting sun
In a Memphis sky
The clouds roll by
A shot silk tie
One shot rang
A still distant thunder
Amazing grace sang in tears
From one king

While others weighed drugs by the gram 
I was contemplating Def Poetry Slam 
But I was still young, just becoming a man 
Y'all money hungry rappers may

a kick stand i'm the right mannnnn
With the right plannnnn
I got a jacket made from a fuckin' silk oat
Got silk goats bob Hope
Rap Game Barbie bitches

Curtains are moved by the wind
Lost in a castle that’s made of words
I am locked in
Upstairs there’s a door
I hear a liquid noise
I look for water
I

Needles in her veins
She can't stand the pain
Voices in her head
She is almost dead
Time is passing by
She is forever my dear bride

Hope is like a daydream

and silk teems
In twilight's gleam, I am the heart of every room
With every glance, my presence lingers like perfume
A smile that warms, magnetic field where

darker
Than his nemesis black saviour
Beaten and bruised
Tortured and used by society
Still walked on
By but everybody got A-verge

We don't comprehend
We

Chorus 

I’m low key 
I’m low pro
Do my thang 
Incognito 
In my mode 
So, I stay in the flow 
Smoother than silk I finesse Indeed though


Verse

the cycle of pain and recovery

We float on by
And when we land, we bite like a butterfly
Then we lift off
We are the empty worlds that are drifting by

to the side, still refusing to relinquish my plantation house 
I'm Booker T. Washington in a red, pinstriped double-breasted suit with red silk socks and a pair

French, but I left my Future on her blouse, yeah
Connected like computers to a Mouse
I can show you how to move, just Take a trip to the south
Intrigued by

worth the deed
Turning Pigs Ears Into Purses time and again
But if you never try,,, If you let the chance slide by
Turning Pigs Ears Into Purses will not

pleasure runs through my veins
Like waves in the sea 

Your lips taste like honey
Your caresses are so soft
Like a silk scarf
Like a silk scarf 

Step by

like silk, shining in the moonlight
Grooving all night, making the party ignite
Chin sloth, rollin' in with a chin so tight
Sexy in the moonlight, we

Dead Flowers

Mick Jagger

Mean Old Man

2010

Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope that you won't see me in my

the people that run um got um on a short leash 
'Cause the people that run um got um on a short leash 
'Cause the people that run um got um on a short leash

shit, do no drive by
Top five, dead or alive-live
Free Skeet (yeah), niggas bang but they don't slang 
I'm yellin', "Free Meech"
Dive in her, knee

And I'm just sitting here figuring it out
While you're in the puddle on floor by the liquor store
Trickling down
You got a hold on me
And it's plain

to tell myself that my condition is improvin'
And if I don't die by thursday I'll be roarin' friday night

Went down to the snake pit
To drink a little

Light skin ting she tall, skin on silk she soft
Heaven sent, sent by God
When I seen her young Nigga had to pause 
When I seen her young nigga had

Choppa got a ring
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Save by the bell, Choppa got a ring
Boom by the bing, let it sing

Pullin' up on my lane, that's my lane, I'm

1112

GZA

Beneath the Surface

1999

The enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines

I Got the Blues

The Rolling Stones

At the Marquee Club

As I stand by your flame
I get burned once again
Feelin' low down, I'm blue

As I sit by the fire
Of your warm desire
I've got the blues for