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All yuh haffi do believe ina yuh self. 

Day by day you achieve your wealth, and you step through life one foot at a time knowing. 

 

Fadda God

[Verse 2]
Yah, get that feeling, go do killin's, i get wicked, with that glizzy
Stock so bad, kickback so filthy
Fuck that boy, kickback, go drill him
Know

VHS Memories 80s to Infinity
I remember a lil bit before elementary 
Stealing by the age of four
F. W. Woolworth store 
The original U.S. “five

they're complex 
I'll tie a duck MC up and pour acid down his lyranex 
Chased by Him because his was his beginning 
Federal Bureau couldn't even figure

You are a cynic and
Your limit is imminent
The image is vivid in
This prison you live in and
Knock the wicked down like the wicket in cricket
Or like

Let Me Live My Life

Z-Ro

I Found Me, Vol. 2

2016

the ghetto, day by day
I'm bumping trying to make a profit, cause I gotta get my pay
You better, keep watching me and
Pretty soon, you'll see man
That I'm

A breath of fresh air
A gentle and refreshing breeze
The curious child
Committed to academia
Curious of the craft
Perverted by the media
A victim

a Christian
I used to be wicked thinking about killing
But now I'm fulfilling my purpose by spitting
Uplifting the curses that had me submissive
I know that I'm

well
Isolation me and myself in a cell
I remember when I was surrounded by people and still I felt lonely as hell
Say you're there for me I cannot tell

more pills and no more potion
No more being woken up
By the man dumping his shit, unloading his truck
I sleep no more

Absence of occupation isn't

To keep our hands high
Enslaved by the man
They bleed our land dry
Then they put us in a box
Its a plot
Instead of thinkin
We all we got"
Its His or mine

Yo
I'ma talk my shit real quick
I'm out of pocket with wicked rhymes you cannot stop
It's catastrophic, I speak the truth, but I'm no prophet
Grand

i say fuck you and your bean pies?
and no, i don't want no final call
i smoke skunk and still say man to all
cause i'm the butcher, the baker,

Pull up with a 2 by 2
I don't think you know my woes
Gotta watch out for my Bros
Lotta Serpents on the Road
Racks on racks
The paperchase don't end

a move 3 times and ain't get nothing this boy brain dead
She love me cause she know I don't care bout what her main said
Man I'm so p I told em Ian know

the brick and the seams in the quilts
Dollars by the pennies 'cause this shit be gettin' wicked
I'm childish as fuck but a nigga's still a nigga (Yeah)
How

beats
Man y'all can prep the hearses
See I been feeling unique
Like melanated nurses
See what it takes for the skills
Then I go put the work in
I gotta

but wisely kept a
Pen and pad by, so when I had my
Opportunity to rap, man I
Set my goals and then I shot for
What I do best: funny, to hell with

a man on a mission
Apart from your balls, what are you grippin
Never dropped soap, so I can't be slippin
I can't be tripping coz I lay my path and level

Completely consumed already giving in
Nothing else to do is such a wicked trend
Hop to the dark side if you on the picket fence
Now I'm a new man I got a new

these visions
I know the grind is mine, yeah, if I stay consistent

Persevering through hard times, I know this shit get wicked
If I lay my head on your

The irony is, is probably a pot of gold
By the end the means made the man, the sin, the pain,
When it's too late to do what you can
Ain't no making amends,

when you're all done jumpin'
I'mma get you what you really want
Track by track displaying my ability
The man, FP, showing true dexterity
On the mic, no

Man  dey grind  allday 
Sun up to sun down …
We live by the grace 
we never go back down ….

 I flip from ma pace 
and I fall in the Grace 
My