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have always been left in the dark
And don't know where to start

I've been fighting loud, I've been crying out
I'm in sight of how tables turn
I paint

We gon fuck all night
In the morning fight
Hope for better times
With you by my side
You just love to hate
Girl I'm not surprised
Out my fucking life

blinded by the pain
That I got up all inside
Been a victim to ways
Boy that traffic, It ain't light
Said I can't really escape
From the killers in my mind

gorgeous
Bitches don't matter, like my frayed emotions
If I ever down in the water, mind in quarrel
People cry a sea, turn their heads, back to normal
If you

he'll never leave you nor forsake you and he'll
Always have your back

It don't matter if you out of luck cause he'll be by yo side anytime to pick you up

Got us isolated like Anne of Green Gables
Turn the tables like Jam Master J
I won't cover my face
I don't care what you say k
Libertarian is not a bad

killing each other
Like Cain did to Abel
Positivity is rare it's not active
Must be disabled
It's time we turn the table on this Thing called hate
I have

make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t no skr skr rapper, I’m only the first
That’s

Party Over Here

Atmosphere

Sad Clown Bad Fall No. 10

2007

and it ain't cocaine
She's had too, too, too much coffee

Nate must have drank a lot of Black Label
Tryin' to play the Rottwieler under the table
Now

on your luck from a turn you mistook
You'll be tracked down, picked up, and secured by a hook
I'm a true Predator with a cloak to prove it
Your brain thinks

They'll gate you
Have some niggas 'round you that'll do the same if they turn the tables
I know some niggas turn to Cain when they mans was Abel
When you

Homebody travel by paper planes
I'm gifted but getting lifted just take me right to my lane
Man we don't smoke the same
Coppin by the OZ
They don't

birth
Go and buy a brand new hearse
Gifts will lift us from the curse
Imma get what I deserve imma get what I can earn
All these tables imma turn
If you

don't mean that I'm shaking
I got love for my people I really hope for a change it's sad to think that you might have to kill a brother one day
But I'mma

The shelling's starting up again
People laughing at misery
I'll turn the tables to your horror
They'll burn your loved ones cut off their heads
Let's see how you

have a gift, Jack)
'Cause starting a podcast doesn't make you successful

If you ain't bring shit to the table then you get dropped
That's why the amount

the screen scripted
For the ultimate control they have to bring division
They just drag people round while their feet are kicking
Why they bow to Saturn

on playlists
But they ain’t the only ones to make lists
I’ve been taking names
And when the tables turn
Oh there be some used gum
The game was looking gruesome

I Remember

Jungle Brothers

V.I.P.

2000

gon' go too far expressin yourself like that
Disrespectin black women
And what's gon' happen when you turn around and try to have your own children?"
So

write 
It's more that the metaphors that falls on the mic
It's more than turn tables
How many emcees gonne be shaking on this table
It's cain versus Abel

Every so often
I see a stranger smiling as they pass me by
Stranger things have happened
But nothing as appropriate as saying hello

Maybe that's

I’ve been saying that
Since Mike told me to turn tables
I was thinking that
I want a mic and turntables
Chilling in my pad
I would write and then Id

loud insane
We don't play too nice with complicated people
For no reason except that we're all the way too simple
They tell me to turn it down I say

crackers going loud insane
We don't play too nice with complicated people
For no reason except that we're all the way too simple
They tell me to turn it down