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a heathen with this verse
Dispersed frustration through the Seven S
Lyrical rebel
Word to INS mic annihilator my power greater
Fire bender Earth willed

hear a call in my mind
And no matter what I try
I'm haunted by the life I left behind 

While the night is still faint, let's dream of the future

you need

It was, Better than imagined
More than smashing
Places, And songs, Bring back, Our passion
Got to unpack, This baggage
This move is tragic

'Cause this life might 
Be a hell of a short ride
Couple drinks then it`s gonna be alright
Who cares what they think 
Know the chatter is all hype
Prepare

Rebel Boom Trap I can hear the songs being chanted
Listen to my higher self sing with the shaman in Spanish
Making shadow puppets sweating sky walking

plenty of times man
A lot of cats is on
These records talkin' this trash
How you gon' murk this, kill this, hurt this
A lot of y'all niggas
Still doin'

did I listen to the siren song
I thought they'd never
Be so deceptive
I have to go
Follow and stow away among the rebel lot
To learn about
The wayward

There'll be a man
One to lead his people into victory
One who goes through time, one who seen pain
The one who sees the glory, that man is I
Capone

yard, in endangered places
You'll be completely gone, I won't leave no traces
And this is just a song, I'm not gonna be catching any cases
Call me Walter

a rebel causing mischief
I'm a boss
I'm unique, you can't put me in a box
I'm not Big John, but I call the shots
She pray to me, but this is not a mosque
I

on the edge for some time
I've been dealing with the limelight, trying to define
Right and wrong
So I guess this is a special song for my loved ones
You like my

won't complete this song, without dishing out a little Scripture
Always heard, but never hearing, always seeing, but lack vision
Respect is earned, you

To Him the glory belongs 
There's no chance that I could be wrong
This is my story 
This is my song
He is the Life I breathe in my lungs
May His Word cling

so long

How will I right my wrongs

Reading the same old psalms

But don't get no results

Keep goin on and on

Well I'm gone sing my songs

This is

nostrils
Reminiscent, backstabbed
by apostles
Revelation was the
rebel and revolution combined
This the prelude
for the apocalypse
Guilty pleasure seemin'

through the smoke and mirrors
That's the path of your career isn't your decision
This definition of being free is unknown to me
But are we ever truly free

to the hoes like, "you know who this is, bitch?
This the GOAT, and don't jump on my dick after we blow"
Fuckin' the same hoes, sharin' the same clothes (yeah)

the empire did to the rebels in I-Max
Theatres, if you get my point
This is real life not insert your favorite fantasy of choice
I can move hearts, just by

to breathe
Tear the curtains down and smash through every screen
Fuck obedience, imma play the rebel
If being free is a sin, then call me the devil
So no, no,

whips, and you know it's all white
Obsessed with music, I could really do this like all night, 'til sunrise
Went to the party with shorties, and my girl is

squabbling
And if I let them they gone pull me to them, where the bottom is
I'm thinking what the problem is
Is my stomach is bottomless
And this ambition got

pries and i push and try
Its a mushy pea
I think this album is about to be a bloody piece
Cause theres a lamb to the slaughter
Thinking why some man do

limbs
My heart kept working when hope was slim
Even though the road was grim
I’m still here, Im still here

This song is for the broken limping

of the echoes
Left by the devastating past of this nation
Now we forced to live by the system of the white man, black rebel
I'm looking at decolonizing, got my