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forgotten
This for Ronell Foster. Cat Daddy. rest and prosper
This a problem we can’t avoid. I’m screaming 4 George Floyd
We protest in streets til the system

a skit
I put rappers in boxes, this shit is a gift
I'm feeling like Birdie off Above the Rim
But I'm Thomas Sheppard, you niggas just Flip
I do not

thomas money long
all I need is big checks
so much motion I call that a big flex
cant call back little time now she vex
shows around the world not

Hello, who is this? I'm playing a game of telephone with some hoodlums
Slaughtering mothers and daughters and brothers and fathers down
Here in

Lost my faith and I found it again
Lonely when surrounded by friends
Don't matter how far I swim
When I'm still just going to drown in the end
So I

could prance on
This is not a dance song, not a clap your hands song
Rest In Peace to Eric garner, they did that man wrong
Shot laquan 16 times, and said

I ain't never know
You wanted me to leave
You always made it seem
Like you wanted me
I ain't never know
I was this naive
Walking round deaf, dumb,

  3 IN THE MORNING
                                                   
Written by: Kelly Ann Carvin (BMI), 
Troy Thomas Walls (BMI)
Publishing:

me one reason to splash  I should let the flag half mast 

Take time to wallow 

Company Flow the toughest penis sucky sucky 

So of course in

Every time I'm rejected 
Make me care less who accepting it 
Working good this far 
Ain't Noo way imma let you mess with it
Practice my acceptance speech

จุบจบคือลูกเดียวจะทำให้ฝันมึงดับสลาย
I love this games it for this my time
หิวกระหายในชัยชนะมันอยู่ในจิตวิญญาน
เวลายังไม่หยุดเดิน จนถึงในวินาทีสุดท้าย
know the play know the game Time

Y'all envy this flow, blessed by God
And y'all Safaris can impress a Charlamagne
Christian Dior fragrance, the devil strippin' out a Prada
Ambitious

Funk

The Coup

Kill My Landlord

1993

hmm, time to get a gat 
So I'm strapped cause I'm trapped like brother Thomas in his fat 
Momma's lap, what's happenin here's a rap 
Saturday twelve

a drive by scene
RIP Knaste forever in my heart
I'll never forget you
You always play your part
We met in high school
Freddie Thomas Vs. School of the Arts

provisional green,
Lice' & reg, can get clocked by the feds,
And at least this way, I can still hop a fence,
And too many times that's happened in the Sev',

I

in love in with these memories up in my mind
Late night drive until I see the sunset
On this side, I got my sight compromised by them regrets
Heavy

Thomas had to see His Hands
To believe it man
It's more to believe, without having to see it man
Cognitive by faith, not easy but its easier
When You give

you're stronger if you're standing still

Where did you get this number at, How did you know who to call?
You still wouldn't believe it if I handed all

Beautiful black magic
We like to bomb this medicine up
Like Thomas Edison
But it could be dangerous
Best handled by veterans
We not ones to kick down doors,

Lyrically there's no comparison this isn't arrogance 
This rap shit is in my blood nigga and my skeleton 
A specimen, a Lab rapper made by an experiment

COMMENTATOR 2: 
What can von Hassel do this time?

  (Two darts hit treble 20) 

Surely not another one? Steadies himself.

REFEREE: 
180! 

COMMENTATOR 1:

Thomas Edison type 
Limelight to my life
Do this shit for a purpose 
And I'm just tryna shed light 
On a city not bright
By any means
You gonna feel what I

that, dope dealer shit
Its that, drug dealer music
Drugs
Drug dealer music
Mmhmm
Drugs
Its that, dope dealer shit

By the time you get my message I'll be

my power work like Thomas Edison
This little lights gone shine bright and that's where my head is in
Headlight navigating directions that I'm heading