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Painting pictures with flows, red rose, gold coals, breadwinner
Cooking my dinner on dime made of soul
When i open a show, it's a dead headliner
Go

that we choose
It don't really matter what you do
They gon' all just hate anyway
But could never try fill these shoes
Noone care 'till your music prove

Ntwana yam
You know what they say
Family over everything
Blood is thicker than water
Let's see if you forming an opinion about something
Looking

of the brave 
I done did it all on my own 
Now a Nigga out here really 
Paving way 

(Verse 1)

Cut the music up the team celebrating
Drinks in the air tap ya

by the blood of christ, Jesus Christ
Washed away my sins when I gambled with the dice
Wanna repent, but that come with a price
They selling they souls,

U would’ve thought she was sucking me off to the music the way that her head bobbing
I hit it all crazy she calling my phone in her feelings I ain’t

Ah!!!!  They call me music blood!!!   Seeth-Green!
I gat to live a life that please me
Nobody is there to help my family
If care is not taking, walk

creatives tore
Starlet light dimmed by the way that all belong
I believe that these walls can talk
Long, dark corridors and rooms with no locks
Now you can

think like 
Like you see signs of like yeah like you're struggling a little bit to deal with it but yo you got this you know what I'm saying you got this

the cost in blood shed up under a full moon
Issuing last rights when the positions assumed
I stay game tight and on game night I’m in a zone
Ran the gauntlet

them to see me flex
My boys on my block gave me my respect
But what I really hope is that it would lead to sex
Bad brown babe name of Deeana
Had

Up in the studio serving up and moving dope
Make these lames fadeaway like Patrick Ewing in the post
I do the most stayed quiet while the music spoke

Now all I really care about
Is the quality of the music
This Bonnie never minds
If Clyde's eyes misconstrued it
If I choose to play the role

Moving forward, dearly beloved
Make I and I recall
Bob's Son set in Babylon
Atop the very high mountain
Carving prophecy into rock
Blood from

What absurd strategy is this?
Send down a handful of warriors
Let's see if their blood is the same color as ours

Watch me appear on the field,

boy you creepy as fuck
Take a hint suck a dick and go home no problem
I'm a fucking boss yeah on my G shit
Work on your flaws oh yeah I can see them

quickly spreads around

Pride fills the land and we’re all spell bound
    
By this convenient messiah we’ve crowned


I know how we strayed  (how did we

see.
I appear in locations, (where) carefully selected.
Prepare for our music as rare as Led Zepplin. (Right)
Were graceful as sharks, when we hunt our

the food it's kinda like Khalils kitchen
Ain't made music in a minute but somehow I'm still trippin
When you get it by ya self you know it's feelin real

thirst that I have?
Whoa there, honey, we're moving too fast
Keep liking my music then I also think we're a perfect match
When I get close to you you get

I'll make you pay
You'll see Stan... lee
Blades of fury 
So much blood it's glorious

Feeling rap-pac-touris
Might up end notorious
Isn't it obvious

cheapened by the crevices you forced them to keep it
Hide it in
Opposed to your blood diamond ring
When the white bird sings, she cries
Like bloody murder

tell you something is not by age o (eh)
My squad and your squad distance they nor be mate (confirm)
Nor Dey call me blood when me and you nor relate

1X NINE ELEVEN X1 (HISS FROM HELL)
Words and Music by
Thomas R. COSGROVE
Dust surrounds the city centre,
The smoke it billows high,
Some are jumping