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Joe crawl back, for real
Nowadays they all the same
Enhanced body parts, smaller brains
They don't get a hi in fact
Mums the word, baby girl, it's

some hunters but where you gone hide
You gone think that we skating on ice
Yea... by the way we gone slide
Dukk!

I perfectly timed it... now I'm back

relief from the times spent in pain
you doubt that you've got all the power
to strike it down by the hour

You're the sun in your universe
you're

weather 
Feeling smaller than a feather 
If you really had my back then you’d come with on this endevour
Gah damn 
Gah damn 
And look i know what you been

like Kareem
Back in days used to fuck with my team
Now I'm surrounded by fiends
You on that Molly
Oh Yea
Gotta turn to the max
I might hit from the back

awaited
And now all I can think is
How do I stop floating
How do I plant my feet back into the earth

Lord's Party

Kid Capri

The Tape

of a sudden, people got shot
The rope runner was standin, right by, the other side of
They ate barbecued peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
(get off the stage

famished
No wonder when yours get back
I'm foaming at the mouth glancing
Back and forth and grabbing
A Chance to strike when I'm batting
My lids they know

will is still with me, in my awakening
I'm aiming to sea and about to strike my fall
Like a shooting star
Shrouded by fire, fear and despair
There is no

of options?
Am I really losin' me?
Brain games
Fight it back
Breathe in
Exhale
Cloudy vision gone
Room is full of friends
And I’m feelin' free again
Its just

lemme rub ya feet, so discrete, with mystique, I'm on your calendar for weeks!
Certain privileges were missed by the color of my skin
But my mind and my

About this time

You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's Priest mothafucka
You

feet on the ground
Without getting them stuck in the mud
You will soon be over the moon or twice as hot as the sun

Ackee 1-2-3
Ackee 1-2, 1-2-3

.445
Stole the base to win the drive
I'm patient, I take my time
I see the pitch before it comes
We got these pussies on the run
Three strikes and then

the seventh letter made
So when my arms and feet shackled I still get paid
All praises due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into caves
These are the last

made
So when my arms and feet
Shackled I still get paid all praises due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I

At this rate I'll be belly up by the time I'm thirty-three
They will do the autopsy, but it was jealousy
You can donate my my organs to someone else

You got strike two
And I ain't do no strike three because fuck you
Pulled up to Mercedes, told 'em put me in the usual
Brand new GTS, the black series

here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead

I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It

longer loves
His circle getting smaller shit look like it's closing up
He sitting by himself self people asking him what's up
But he won't fuck wit no one

was back on tracks before the morning
After a long three weeks on a
Cross country trip trapped inside of this train
A large delegation of rebellious

We Boys

Black Sheep

Non-Fiction

1994

the house or what?
When I strike I strike hard and you won't like that
And if I strike out my empire strikes back
My niggas who knock you, so I won't dock

extra large, in charge, Your bars are medium
This beats the spice of life to strike the strife and tedium
I'll roast you vegetables alive, the temp 425

Hit 'Em High (The Monstars' Anthem)

Coolio

Space Jam

1996

bring darkness up above
You in it for the money
Or in it for the love, M.J.
Twenty- three ways to make a pay
Loungin' in the mothership back around my