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I'm on that motivated mind hip hop I made it mine
I opened up that book of truth and truth invaded mine

No lie I'm asking God If I should carry

murmur aching bliss
Hypnotic lips, inviting mine to drown in your abyss
I feel your passion and finesse coiling 'round my wilderness, a curling, smoky vine

As I ride around, my heart I keep is all mine
Ain't no time to chill or for the recline
I been thinking bout them times
When there was nowhere to go

them
Or should I keep them yeahhhh

Getting locked up
Getting fucked up
Pencil and paper to express thoughts
Heart tied in a thousand knots
Black

to sum the shit, of I'm broke
Nothin but hope, so Big Boi, tell em what you toke

I'm travellin up to Jersey with four keys off in my trunk
And thinkin

rule black man
Ma whole world flipped so did I
Had to do more more by far
I hated the bus I wanted a car
The German autobahn requested a fast car
Wroom

Mama Always Told Me

Silkk the Shocker

Charge It 2 da Game

1998

never put your faith in the bitch
See I hang with a bunch of grave yard villians
Nigga robbin' sprees we stealin'
Choppin' keys with drug dealers

you
Well she thinks I'm somebody else
Yeah she thinks I'm somebody new
Well I've seen Saturns in her eyes
But these's only black holes in mine
Oh maybe

Always been the class king
Cazo here to pack heat

Bet I won't
Bet I won't
Bet I won't
Bet I won't
Breathing smoke
I been choked
Got 10 oppies by

JFK 2 LAX

Gang Starr

Moment of Truth

1998

scenario
Make some power moves and tighten up my bankroll
Chumps are leary though, they see me as a threat
I'm like the black Dutch Schultz when you get

rule black man
Ma whole world flipped so did I
Had to do more more by far
I hated the bus I wanted a car
The German autobahn requested a fast car
Wroom

own so let me be the B.G. I'm gonna be
Its an possiabilty I might see a key off Valence
Street all I want is green in my hand I ain't gonna
Say nothin'

bitches they piped up and conceited

Ta-Ta-Takeoff
All rose gold on, call it Rose Bowl
I got the key and the game on lock like a cheat code
Fuck a bad

the brochure
Decrepit, creepy, dusty and horrid
an ominous shack in the black of the forest
Suddenly I got the sensation 
we're probably gonna die on this

act good
Black true jeans true black hood
Shotgun play make sure the snap good
I leave a rapper crip like fat suge
Ima north Philly Logan Valley nigga

and I hate it now
I ain't got time if you're wasting mine and I'm anxious now
Years fly by and the tears don't dry and I'm waiting now
Distant life I

side
Keep a black belt with my bands by the bedside

540 Whip kick straight to the head
Choppa and nunchucks under my bed
Belt all black and the sight

I wanna hate your every move, every single inch of you
Call you names and key your car 
Reveal the woman that you are 
'Cause that man was mine
I

on the pain pills
No devil, no God, but the same feel
Red dot with the mod and the frame filled
$uicide is the name of the free-willed
(You know I got them)

Damn my heart is pitch black 

Take a few of these and I promise you'll feel fine 
Know that I can't wait to see you even in the night
I hope your mine

Come by, pass through
Red vines old as new
Small clan, outsider
Patterns are far from view
River winds slow and black
Patterns are farther from view

the night
"Here, you have mine"
Jacket swipe
Feel alright
Tears splash my sight
Overwhelmed by your light
Looking for the good is something that I'm used

by me
I'm boss, if it's mine I spend it
No I can't date you
Out dated with the fitted
Spaz if you wanna, I'mma snapback on her
Since you're coppin'

this be my time
Ain't know way I'm gonna tweak on mine
All my brothers we all seek and shine
Odd tastes like leek and lime
Roll through I'm peeking by