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church

Did it by myself need help that's a hell no
Homie say he down but you stick like Velcro
Can show fake love something you can feel tho
Gripping my

Guns Cocked

Choobakka

My Time

to this
and I don't hate nobody, but see they can't tell me shit
when they see me at a party, I don't know you
bounce before I make the bouncer's throw you

a dime, and u got to be mine
Your life girl I wanna be in it
I don't want nobody but you...

[Chorus:]
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Staring you

[Joell Ortiz:]
I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch
Hip hop got my spine smothered
But I'll be fine brother
My mind hovers

world just words are not the real proof
Guess I'll never find the way to show it
But baby I love you

Old walls that I built for you
Just to dig me out

and family trees. Itʼs open season so it seems. By any mean’s the theme as brother Malcom once would say. EL REY bomaye! EL REY bomaye!
I speak in double

inequalities? Please tell me.
When we say I, mine, that doesn't give strength, Your majesty!
But when we say ours your majesty!
That gives lot of strength.

Lunch Time Cypher

Hopsin

Knock Madness

2013

Yo man
Let's take this shit back to fuckin' high school lunch time cyphers
When mother fuckers was beat boxin'
And kickin' ill ass flows in

Around It, I’m Happy

You Ain’t Around It, You Has Been
Don’t Count Me Out, I’ll Come Back In
Nobody Matching My Passion
Misunderstood, Understand Me?

I

for the brain i had to feed mines
Bricks told me stop calling myself a Haitian i'm a levite
I, I really disrespected God by putting faith in you niggaz

all of these faces in da crowd, i tried to save 'em all

nerves hittin', but i gotta go and shake it off

comfortable under some masks, hol' on take

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Yes Sir, I Will

the faces of the poor,
But there'll come a time when such overt displays of wealth
Will not be tolerated by the people in the street.
In a sane society

I've never done this for money, but I'm painting my face to look like a clown
If I am believing naively, that all men will support me cuz of my sound

Lying to my face?
I'll do it back
I'm the song writer
But grant me respect
I got roped into this shit
I could've spoke up
You just spat in my face

animation 
Living on families praising 
Made it by through they praying 
Several dreams that I'm chasing 
Ain't no time to be wasted 
Ain't no time for

ya'll know that we winnin
me an Phats nigga
nobody move til we finished
here's the plataue
Regime Family I'm the copo
in a Vet we race down Florence

to write and record
Go to bed to stay up all night taking notes on how to improve
But see I don't got no one to talk to
Just bounce around in my thoughts
Can

through my verses
But what is flowing out of me I know it is my purpose 
A lot times I'm in a dark place
Wearing a fake smile trying to save face
I used

Wouldn't wish it by any means 
I'm that double sided tape 
That you can stick up on anything 
When try to rip me off 
I'll be stuck to yo entity 
When I blow

that's fine
But I'll still be all over you like vines
I'm a top MC age like French wine
And I'll still be when I be 79
Tired of the nonsense
You ain't got

bad but his face was jus fulla beams
So bro please, watch how you steppin n flexing you cud learn yo lesson
Sending his hate through a text? Well don't

i'ma top dog and i'm willing to be
That nigga said he popped off, but i'm sealing the beef
I know niggas that's racked up, and they still in the streets

friend's telling you 'fu*k that Kano'
I'm telling u, she's bad mindin, jealous, I'll tell her for you
I won't get violent but I know her type
I love it when

tellin' mine
But I might got a lick for yours
When I'm sellin' mine
Uh, don't fuck with the split
Then never mind a nigga once told me the
Same and he fell