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am up to no good is wrote across my forehead
Walking with my eyes closed like I am in the morgue dead
Lying on the floor i like the cemetery more but

Sippin' out the bottle like it's no tomorrow
But can't no drug or liquor take away this sorrow
Dodging the penitentiary and cemetery
Jail or death is

Hunta Killa

Brotha Lynch Hung

EBK4

2000

(that's right)
I saw that nigga get his head tore off (by who? )
By the same nigga that took his wife
You know I come nutty stingin like syphillis
You can

of a long night
I couldn't sleep didn't feel alright
I wish you had been by my side
But at least I got you on my mind
I wish they feeling good, I wish have

Nobody 'Cept You

Jack Savoretti

Written in Scars

2015

a hymn I used to hear
In the churches all the time
Make me feel so good inside
So peaceful, so sublime
And there's nothing to remind me of that
Old

and avoid the cemetery
But the penitentiary, man its all in the plan
When the door swing around, it swings around again
You can't win, that's the way to many

with me, who you are
I don't need no stylist, I'ma work the content
I'ma find less, by the rumors
I ain't niggas, I'ma be holding the racks and money see

but net
Im good you ain't seen nothing yet

I shine so I got reflect
I grind eight k on my neck
Mixed emotions cause I know that im next
Thinking less

a hymn I used to hear
In the churches all the time
Make me feel so good inside
So peaceful, so sublime
And there's nothing to remind me of that
Old

day now I just see you at the cemetery
I miss the mornings I would sit right by your side
I was young I didn't think that you would die
I put my heart

had to stay
Stray dog, make art, same song, took long, took heart, got strong, I came home
Parked the car by the yard, near the cemetery
Autumn air,

Fear Not
Lyrics by Nigel “Legin” Anderson

Written by Nigel Waverly Anderson (Lyrics)
Produced by Dylan Graham (Music)
Mixed by David Blascoe

non-conforming
Priming my options transforming
Same old hello, good morning
Globally roasting the ozone thats warming
Lyrically leavin man snoring
Im just

frequency umm that can be caused by finances
Lost a love one
Or just not feeling good enough
In here to help
I’m here to say hello.
They say depression is

like Lawrence
I pull up to Charlotte, fly like a Hornet
Check on Ma Dukes and make sure that she good
Zoom conference call, got my durag on
I'm talking

And on the brink of a panic attack
Waiting to level it out
So I distract by writing music to move from my past
And from the present 'cause everything is just

If you catch me in my home I'll fucking on the couch
Double dosed and doused in pleasure
Good times but their hard to remember
Yo check it
At the top

to find
I've committed the perfect rhyme

Let's play a game, a game
I call it Guess the Human!
This one's consumed by petty feuding and
Now his world

Out west, give me a test (yeah)
I'm fucking a thot on her bed
All I see is red, God is who he met
When he talked that shit
Drive-by drift, don't get

Don’t get to far
Don’t get to far
Never judge the book by its cover
It could give you more deep under
Don’t get to far don’t get to far
Read between

All my niggas good
All my niggas live
Raised up in the jungle but we blessed to be alive
You ain't really lived if you never had to strive
Better

Coming out of my mouth 
Vocal drumming like my tongue was Don Brewer 
On a house of cards summoning the coming down 
Few are amused by the dumbing

off let me kno wen it drop
I had to stop falling for bitches dat pussy so good she had me up under a rock
She use to get her lil friends to send her da

to Charlotte
When they hot and ready to riot
What they want we do like they want we thief
Once some facing adverse conditions
Crime is their fall back position