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adulation designed to make her blush
I'm a wizard of wit weaving wonderful words
My style worthwhile, like the wisdom from pearls
Make the world watch

burnt by the 3 KKKs- 400 plus years beginning stage- 40 acres and a mule- where it’s at I’m confused- only country it’s a crime to send ya kids to school-

Okay
We in the booth
Let's get it

She a Doctor by trade
Entrepreneur to be made
Starting to get paid
Better than getting played
Leading her to fade

Nobody's more equal than you
Nobody's worth more to more people than you
If the whole world won't ever see what you do
Then it's easy for you

verbal compositions, make the world listen
Djs start spinning, make the record so hot that they using oven mittens 
I hear the snakes hissing, so I keep my

Walk me down the path
Be pious
Grab me by the hand
Your highness
This is all I’ve left
Don’t judge me
Help me understand
Your interest
I’m a broken

for transcendence
I'm doing this for my family
Oo-oo, oo-oo
For the record, yeah
I'd like to visit everywhere in the world
See pretty places, with

Cornbread

Freestyle Fellowship

Inner City Griots

1993

aceyalone I hear ya

Well have ya ever kilt a great white shark? well I have
I was on a boat I built and sailed around the world don't laugh
Yeah I was

heart yeah you left my mind on read

What of my image
My reputation
What I end up with no story
No mark after I’m gone
Nothing to remember me by
Memories

we try to win in this land of pretend
Like the aim to be famous as they sleep with the gins
They catch you while you sleep that's where it all ends

Drug Lord

Chilldrin of Da Ghetto

Chilldrin of Da Ghetto

sipping on some gin with my so-called friends
in the cut just gettin high
I wanted to liss so I passed my dip cause a nigga want to drive by
B.B.S.S niggas

them
But baddies hopping on me cause I'm wavy like I took a swim
All my words solid, crystal clear like some Seagrams gin
They done turned the world into

cost for a map to a good place
Do you charge by the hour for a soul
Am I off that you tax on the good things
But the bad shit run for the low
It's

read:
"To Hell he's been and sipped their scorched gin with a sinful grin"
Oh strange am I
Strangely eyed to look calm as our worlds collide
Fools can

Weight of the world, I push it with ease
Push start my car, I don't need no keys
Zig zag only
Blow down big trees
Vans on my feet
Stepping on niggas

don't know what we're doing next, like a freestyle
Just blowing in the wind, with a little bit of gin
Just to help us get by, till we do it all again
They

food
When I build up this brand, boom
I'll get my sister, my mother up out of this jam soon
I'll blossom and bloom, like flowers in the spring don't

discouraging problems on ten
Pass me the hen nigga pass me the gin
I'm drowning again feeling like
This shit will not end
Can't phone no friends
Where to begin

just pretend but the world, it got sense, they wan stand tall but they caught on the fence
All on the mend, all live in sin, all could do better, we all

discourse(s).
Temporalized and thus given an end. Where there ought to be
the necessary punctuation for teleology to blossom, 
for the patriarch, this is only

a better world
They took Marge in someone probably should of warned them
Well aware her story but the lord led them to swoop in
Wasn't bound to end well, but

I just threw away a quid on a scratch card
Just another hip-hop kid tryna act hard
Reaching for the tip top but it seems so far
Sick of drinking gin

Bottom Lips and Fingertips

Backseat Goodbye

Dressed Up Like Dreams

twenty something kids with a bottle of gin
Making bad decisions in a blur on the kitchen floor
It's not like tonight is the end of the world
And it's not

that shit again
But I can't lie, wish it was different cause I know this gon end
So I pour me up a cup, I'm drinking lean, this ain't no gin
So I pour me