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know I'ma shine
I be poppin' my shit, talk my shit every time
Seen my day one turn, bitch, I damn near lost my mind
How you switch on the kid, would've

Could never be enough to show Anomaly's commitment
Bitch
Flow mysterious, haven't slept in days might be delirious
Every time I lay the pen to the page, I

G Code

Geto Boys

The Foundation

2005

at a nigga every single day
I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul
You in question of your manhood homey, keep it cold

We don't talk

24 hours in a day
365 days in a year
One lifetime
How you spend it?
Sacrificing Thanksgiving to double up on this chicken
As long as my people

theirs, now both sides is even
We the winning team, bitch we do this every season
Whole gang full of shooters, like a nigga play for Cleveland
She a freak

(Woah) speak the inner voices grew louder my
Mind felt weak uh oh I went through it (You)
You couldn't do it
Go to battle with myself every day (Everyday)

a classroom, day consumed 
With work drama and the problem with a day in a zoo
Is you’re exhausted, I’m prolyl understating the truth
I’m in the booth when you

or damned
For Dora Hand

Now to the Dodge folk she was an Angel
They called her "Lady Bountiful" by day, and "Queen Of Fairy Belles" by night
She was

stay mellow
Shit, I feel him
I myself am an enraged fellow
Oligarchy becomin fascism by the day
Marchin all February but in March
More of the same we

that 
Now I feel like it's the truth 
And the mask that I wear
Every day is all the needed proof 
Kinda childish, I'm honest 
To talk about it, I'm

ain’t going too far
You can reach me by telephone I’ll be there all day
But please wait till half time I don’t wanna miss a play

Cleveland, Cincinnati,

I smoke weed every day, nigga
Every day
I'm one of the prettiest motherfucker you've ever seen on the planet Earth, bitch
If you didn't know by now,

everything by prayer and supplication
With thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God
And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding
Will

And every days a weekend
Yesterday was decent but tomorrow
Is the reason real nigga shit but ain’t shit
Funny like I’m Cleveland
Bitch acting funny hahaha but

just to handle shit
Boy be tappin in like a tag team Championship
You don't got to talk bout money
I can tell just by ya movements
Every year I been

Bitch, I'm countin' up cheese, throwin' plays like I'm Rogers, ayy
Every day a good day, rollin' up 3.5 tonkers, I swear to God
Talkin' on Smoozy,

and Able;

A gang banger by the time that i was 16, on the streets of Cleveland with a pistol tucked into my jeans/

Every night under the street lights would

Or I'm kissing with a lisp
And every movement of the kiss
Is an s sound
We're on 90 moving westbound
Heading back to Cleveland
No stress now
Back

Outta Here

KRS-One

Outta Here [Cd/Vinyl Single]

1993

the cops almost every day
I knew it had to be a better wa,y see
So I would go to my room, blast RUN DMC
Around 1984, I left the group home, again alone

On some days I resist
Successfully pivot
Away from his spell, but I 
Am too weak for this
I think I'm that foolish girl

Who is crazy
Who is maybe mad
We'll

People been changing so I’m gripping the tool
Every night, Every day
I say my grace, I gotta pray
Pray for the real, Pray for my sake
Pray for the ones who

we thank You tonight)
(I believe every single person gathered here is gathered on purpose)
(Not by chance but by Devine, by a Devine hand, Father)

Fuck Kwanzaa, make those work days
Plus every five years Thanksgiving lands on my birthday
Fuck my birthday what am I celebrating
Just another lost soul

Name
Thy Kingdom Come thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread

I'm a no limit soldier I though I told ya
Nigga seen