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a body for a body
I think I want to hurt somebody
Me and my city swimming in denial
Watching bodies pile, faux necrophiles
I'm haunted by the ghosts

those rounds in mouth
Let a .44 blow holes through ya nose bone
No joke this flow cold it's on some froyo
You so so spit no dope ya peoples hoes yo
Slap

you catchin' no thrills
Mama was cute, but she payin' those bills
Floorboards and washing machines
Neck rolls and collar rings

The shit was hard, we

Mikey ran away from home
And so deep into the woods
Little did poor Mikey know
Those woods were home to one or more Bigfoots
Tevas on tight and all

at her forehead
Liza's tongue dangling
Around in a cool room
She-is-missing, her candy floss
looking disgust
Back-bone- bounce, like tennis
Racket
Jet,

Short Race

GZA

Pro Tools

2008

I say a poor trait
You want to store very short cake
Estate, behind the gate
N.Y. State, why wait?
You trying to get paid by the lake
In each state,

the day
And cried out his nights
Till a poor young woodsman came along and finally made him laugh
When the prince became the king, he asked that woodsman

the dick like a taxi

She took a pick and she at me

She saved my name under daddy, god damn
(God damn)

Told her to suck it and she told me gladly
(God

To the bone
To be bold
To give their kids a better life

LET THEM KNOW ROMANS 14: 12

For those who had become machineries
Of evil against the missionaries

Dead Body Disposal

Necro

Gory Days

out of the bastard
Strip ya self new first so you don't get blood on ya new shirt
And cut the fuckin' corpse up like a butcher to meat kid
And put

bastard ah-ha got the nerve to pick the mic up and pipe up and try to get they like up
Now who faster, you better never try and do me
I'm a Chop chop Suey

for miles
It took me 5 years, now this for those who was holding me down
Cause now we up one!
I’m just trynna put my people on
I’m not a leader, I’m

of a tyrant! Drink in Poseidon
Succumbed to Medusa; caught attentions from Midas
Through unmentionable plights the poor god didn't die
Tears fall from those eyes

Work Everyday

Brother Ali

Mourning in America and Dreaming in Color

2012

Greed could never leave well enough alone
They keep on squeezing till we bleed from every bone
And we’ll strive hard and stress about the rent
Probably

Ghetto Superstar

Popchop

Cut Up or Shut Up

2006

to the top, floatin' on this cream

Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt me
A million refugees with unlimited warranties
Black Caesar, dating top

wonders
From the pearls of Spain
To the rubies of Tibet

And then come home to London

And then home

Someday

And I'll be back before those lips

supplies drive bys
Hit wit suicide itu0027s do or die
Now you understand really why
My gas pedal next level Iu0027m an evil person
Continue to stay

The odds are stacked on loaded bones
The rich feed off the poor
One last drag on a cigarette
It will take much more
To rid yourself of envy

D.C., Somalia, North Philly, Philippines, Houston, New Orleans
All ghettos, all barrios, worldwide

What you know about this poor man's journey
He's

known
Only by those who know
The real hustle, never crumble
From the gutter, yeah we stumble
But we gonna, help another
We all brothers, in the end
Don’t

the torn
Lifted up those who mourn
We will praise and we'll see
His kingdom
Good news for the poor
Broken hearts now restored
Ev'ry captive set free
In his

the cock
Leave these balls numb and that's it
Lick up the cum and that's it
Pick up my pants and that's it
Those implants were nice, they the shit
Dickin'

and practice the motherfucking recipe
Whack rappers who half ass their craft do not mess with me
I hack blasphemy, you bastards shall rest in peace
Pressure's

to prove tonight
Holding the night; it's ours
Covers the bones
Desire out here tonight
Lies are crafted to cure the bastards
The cinders are alight
Walk home