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patiently, these demons never breaking me
And still we hustle brazenly survival is the only goal
By any means we ain't die break or fold

We done been through

aspect mind body and spirit
Licklety split spit that will penetrate tongstun quick
One of my worse verses equates to your prime
On the best day of your

I was used to being used. That was the norm till I
went crazy like Jim and rode out with the storm.
It broke my heart to watch her leave.
But bet it

pope, but I’m tryna get some cream
Muddy cup and tire bitch I skrrt Jim Beam
With some blue clear strips and my sword shine green
Trademark, bitch, cue

heart been cold too froze like Ben & Jerrys
Im looking for the place I belong like where's Perry
Laughing at my own fucking jokes like Jim Carey
Im

Look at all these pretty, unburned faces
Unmelted ears to listen to the mood
Mouths will stretch and smile without tension
Unswollen feet to fit

laundry, doctor's at ten
We're out of toothpaste, rehearsal (again)
Stop by the bank and cash my pay
These are the things I must get done today

CHORUS

Sick and tired by the way you do
Good time papa gonna poison you
Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed
Wake up one of these days, find your own

Gotta stay focused on the grand Prize, I
As the days go by
Gotta reaffirm what I want in My life
I say it in the AM when I wake Like “I want money” (Ching

would hear me
I miss you so dearly now
I’m feeling like a spring day, Oh!
Mattress by the window pane
Fell asleep at 9 a.m
She was looking like a Sunday

With that plane jane 
Fuck these fakes they ain't stopping 
Day date plane but they still watchin 
Family depending you know I got em 
It's been a rough

Words and music: jim johnston

I wrote a letter I can't send,
cause I wasn't ready for this love to end.
certain that some things were meant to be.
I

the water wars

No empathy, where did we go mentally?
Jealousy weighs heavily
One of these days devilry
Got signed off in the form of the death penalty
Won’t

you lie to these bitches all the time
Show me what it’s like in the day of the life of a real nigga with money on his mind, my
Jeans look painted on
I’m

Highest I can climb tonight's a barstool
The company I'll keep is old Jim Beam
He stands up to the ice just like a soldier
Saluting my impossible

on their dream girl, like they ain't caring
'Bout the real love, they just looking for a pairing
I want that Jim and Pam, people tend to stick with Karen

day that's a fact
Know its real Turn your girl to a fan bet that
Hott wings Blue cheese up here yeah that's crack
Southbound on the 219 Its a Home Game

These rapping assholes
They mastered the wack flow
Of poking sluts and busting more nuts than pistachios
She dance on a damn pole might give her my

Girlfriend

Walter Becker

11 Tracks of Whack

1994

Channelhopping these empty days and nights
Glued to the screen
Rerun by rerun
At the dark outer limits of my soul
Stranded between
The Green Acres of my good

East Side Story

Buddha Monk

Prophecy

1998

and leave ya with the lies

[manly musa of zu ninjaz]
Yo, my fam's royal, hot like rotten camels in the desert
Drinkin rum, by these naked bitches rubbin me

Taking a glass,
These days won’t last
My voice cracking, that’s the pain and scars, man
Life came fast, we were chasing the graft.

Heart is where the home

Blow like a hand grenade
I don't even do shit these days
And I still get paid
I got the guts I never got the glory for
More risk than reward
Public

wrote this song for you, how thoughtful
Just kiddin' I don't give a shit if you think it's awful
I write these bars when I'm chillin' and my mind slips

they signed on for them uniforms to protect and serve in these streets
Depopulation by incarceration modern day concentration camp
And we promote