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sitting out
Just to creep from the stands
Line round the building for four square too
Ping pong tables
Handball jumping in the stables
Coaches on they

hear you squeal as the paddle cracks you hard
Melt under my thumb and completely drop your guard

I stick it in with one hand clutching your hips

Hanging out the way we did before
On the streets with all our friends and your
Stereo blasting out the same four songs
We never cared about

billion people
In this tiny world
1 out of 4 quintillion are the odds
Of you being born
So shout these words out loud

I am destined to achieve of all my

very first game
But they still cut him anyway
It's all politics up there
He fixes my car down the shop,
Sometimes I'll come by and have a few pops
He'll

I've accrued a count of 21 with a hand of five cards
Won it all back with my shirt on my back again
They know me by name, even if only out of pity

Gnyanaval Sir is very good natured..
Go to him and tell the matter..
And ask for a sac of rice for our business..
Dear.. In this five years
Never once had I

recluse noma
Woke up out a fact induced coma
Attributes lacking tooths, amass the cytoma
Manure stinking whore, who bask in my aroma
9 to 5 sperm donor,

creatively in hand (damn)
When I scream, I crack a hottie, shake another dance (sheesh)
Shake my head at night for hours, start working on my stances

Funk Radio

TR Love

Beat Terrorist vs. The Cartel

2006

from W K are Funk
With DJ Moe Love, TR Love
We gon' bring it out by special request
For TR funky Love

Yeah, thanks a lot for that funky introduction

Stranded… Even though I’m in the wild
Ice feels… Like a burning fire
Sliced by… My own hand
Spinnin’ around with my head in the sand

OH - Can’t take anymore

to groom your boys and girls
It's ane the end but it damn sho feel like it's close
i'm putting it down like it be hot before we all be shout
Shout out to my

This is my ambitions last call for elections
You can give in, or get out
But don’t expect you’ll take away my ambitions
Last attempt to make you fit

I ain't even with the games
4 iced-out chains 
I'm switching lanes
Shawty giving me brain
I don't even know her name 
But I put the pound game on her

of mystery
Hand me downs, a fifth of history
I'm counted on four fingers until it flips the script on me
And I'm walking my way over the Brooklyn Bridge
All

are we out til half passed four
On a late night drive through the city

Tell me you love me or tell me to leave
You've got your plans now &
I've got my

to the weathered out masses
The wind and the rain and the lightning clash
Burning black matches 
We born into factions

Im not writing law 
But I sought my own

I’m his Mcm
When I’m nude
Second day of the week
Stored name is tues
By noon
I’m with another dude
Running through his jewels
Playing that nigga real

else

And when you put your hand in mine
Everything just falls in line
I'm doing fine
With you here by my side

I love it
I love it
I love it when you

Sold out night
Billboard lights
Will have rollyes on my hand
Make a kingdom with my eyes
Tell me lies
Take what's mine
Pop a molly get me high
Take

VERSE1
Time pass by 
at the speed of light
Future, past, 
now it's out of sight

if you just take control

VERSE 2
The Daylight comes 
We survived

a four oh dear
You can't even post one good freestyle
I guess I'll stamp you now with a denial
Oh by the way you're a fake rap specialist
Matter of fact

forever I really don't think I can
Made for more, perfection from the potters hand  
I plot and plan but His ways are way above our land 
Act like I know it

degree

When he's at my gate, with a big fat 8
You wanna see the smile on my face
And even at my door, with a poor poor 4
There ain't no man can replace