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Woah, Death, have mercy
Hah, Death, have mercy
Oh, Death, have mercy
Spare me over another year

If I was a flower in my bloom and
Make Death cut me

black Cinderella (ay)
I don't know why the Daily Mail's on a bredda (on a bredda)
I come a long way with my wetter (boom)
All I do make up line for

of line, we get out the Scat'
Go and get him whacked (ayy)
I still serve packs
Know shots gettin' fired when we spin down Jackson, nigga

New opp just

Onto me apparently (Ahhh)
My O2 sell out, I don't mean academy
Bullet boy, I'm Asher D
They don't want it, him and me
I'm in the cut with Addy B
If he's

Cross the T's, dot the I's
Count the M sign on the line
Shit's' a breeze, took my time
Cut 'em then worked on the rhymes
Now I'm living
Killing each

and leave y'all
Lames runnin' for sure
But I prefer to crash when
Niggas hurt for cash
When they cut small slabs for
The hard white to last tell everybody

Our beautiful machine cuts corners
Breaks the mold it knows no borders
Knows it's place it follows
Orders to the bottom
Line ecological, no CFC's
No

it up
You know we with the jogging up
He tried to ran and tripped what he
Thought we wasn't gonna chalk him up
Five time, no cuts BSG we ain't got no

don't cross that
(Come on) gun line (For sure)
The opps got locked
(yeah) , but that's okay
Pay asked you to beat him at lunch time
(Free Aski) them RIP's

force
To cool the searing core

Sharpen and grind
So that the edge of the blade
Will cut through the flesh

Balance and weigh
Find the line for the strike

shotgun
With holy prophets
I invade upon, yeah I've been a don
Never sell out like Robert Johnson in Viacom
Lines of firearms held by millions of dons

Explodes all fine
It lines ten
High time again
It’s eleven
Armageddon
Oh midnight
Cut up the white light

We’ll meet down here
In shock for neverwhere
See

steel
You will never catch me hidin'
When it's wartime, I'm on the front
Line, when it's gun firin', i'm poppin'
You ain't never seen a body, fuck
All

of the street sphinx, nine ether
In the kinks? lines the chorus
Is my people kind
In cathedrals with cerebral shine
Soldier from Midieval Times
Spirit shackle me

Hurt me, hold me
Hold my hands to the fire
Broken pieces
But don't cut the rope, make it tighter
Dark hair, devil
And this train wreck desire

Man, I double tap the pic, but your man like
I'm a real hot bitch, get your tan lines
You don't even need a son aww baby
Baddie still smoking, baby

remember when I laid eyes on you
I knew then it would get real, you were somethin' special
I had to cut them other girls off
You on another level
We

I can buy a new gun
Tryna cop me a yard
Take my girl to the shard and watch the view
Bro cut, slide out with the dots
Give him the-, he didn't

line between death and sleep 
You better wake up 
Been hustling all my life 
Just tryna to get my cake up 
Heavenly father can you hear me 
Fear no

think bruck
Got the ting tucked and if I ting duck
Bandaid for the diamonds 'cause the bitch cut 
Princess, the ting up
Don't worry 'bout the ring it

I never brought the anger to this level . the darkness I enthrone is monumental
I come from all directions , your dark wings of deception, cut down

It's hard to keep feelings inside
We cut off all of the lights
When we creep to your hood
That's the way that we slide
We going tooth for a tooth, then

shit they were fucking snorters
Out of line, I heard you're gossiping on court recorders
My life Illmatic it was written, God's my only author

some holding the lines
We live in the best and the worst of our times
Fanatics abound with a threat to our lives
With only compassion for their children