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the best
You broke some things that won't amend
If I die of a heart attack
Keep the things you didn't give back
Life has a tax

I just wanna sleep
Promises

Hit you in the face with my
Grand mal flow
Make you suck my dick on my
Grandma's floor
I am not a rapper I come
From the metal death
I am here

exempt, but still tax ya ass for uncle sam money
No i dont po up I'll just take the wealth knowing that im greater
I'm so up might just fake my death just

and light shows
Bigger than money, bigger than life goes
Bread crumbs, death comes, and life goes
Flex wants you, best run, I ain't choke

Sick of these

Tick, Tock

RZA

The Man with the Iron Fists [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]

2012

shall inherit the Earth
The weak shall inherit the dirt
You each should have perished at birth
Still born or aborted
Every street tax gotta come with

livin' John Gotti

White diamonds on a white cross, white hood
I'm in a white horse
Playing bitch be of the Ku Klux
I tax a nigga like a write-off
Steady

to deceive

There are only two things certain in this life
Yeah, I know what you're thinking
But why are you so insistent on the certainty of death?
There is

probably throw it in for free to kill your mans
Write it off and tax it to the streets like
God damn them
Lord forgive me for my speech I learned to talk

sound tight cause I'm Lil B
I made it sound right cause I'm Lil B
I don't give a fuck
About this breakdown nigga
Cause I double up and tax y'all niggas

the war in Syria 
Countries left with sore interior
We think the refugees have had enough 
And we know the death tolls only gonna tally up 
I pick the mic

the war in Syria 
Countries left with sore interior
We think the refugees have had enough 
And we know the death tolls only gonna tally up 
I pick the mic

Guarantees

Atmosphere

Shoulda Known

at making magic out of canned goods
My tax bracket status gotta questioning my man hood
My shorty got caught smoking weed at a concert
And if I smack em

to see
Was on front street, Now you on front of a tee
Luxury tax, Nigga I front you a p
These your instructions, Don't talk to police
It's face to face,

I just counted a twenty  stack
She's late in her twenties  akkk
If she asks for money
I ain't got p
I ain't got a penny Ma
I'm tax collecting
My

Could fund the country pull us out of debt and get us farther
And a third of that comes from marijuana
With no convicted death rates and results that make

ken-doll pretty boy ball
All ya'll tall ego meek ego
Bore me to death
And in matter of fact
I prefer that to this

I think at least
I'm scared of it

(Zombie Warning)
I can't leave my bed, anytime soon
I know people can be you're doom
But we are running out of time

Having dreams of death and dying

I'm gone ride with my nigga till the death of me
And you can't slide on my nigga for that recipe
We ain't never put our trust in no government 
They

muhfuckas paying fees 

With the sales tax 

Nigga get yo cost up 

Oh you want boss up?

Thinking that you bigger than the crew?

Seen plenty switch up it’s

teleprompters
Pushed to do our damned best
Even if it kills us
Labor is free
Death drives a high toll if it's not
Insured for each arm and leg worth of clean-up

drugs, & RRSPs
I'm a guitar hero with mortgage equities

I'm a modern rebel with a cause
I like finding loopholes in the new tax laws
Fans are reading

zips 
We ain't gotta weigh the shit 
I ski on oxy til my death 
Baby we high as It gets

You know dat shit; go blow that shit 
Don't bang that shit; you

day, cuz I got no beef
Sow seeds, this need
Death scythe for the reap
When I'm not burning green
All I do is eat
All these fresh fucking beats
Thump my

The ballot or the bullet
It's liberty or death
It's freedom for everybody or
Freedom for nobody

Freedom your public service die a death
The World Bank and IMF