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me by if you can't pass the course
You got all the vibe of a dead horse
You'd be underwhelmed at the seven wonders of the world
Sabotage a sunny day

Wrapped inside a twisted world
I can't decide what is even real anymore
As though I ever knew
Tangled in these silhouettes
Floating face down in

rapping and touring the world
I want you with me exploring it
I want you double-C dripping in Marni , when
We hop out of the Foreign , I fuck with your

Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York

I was

shouldn't love this city
But I love this city
While surronded by demans
Feel amazing like spider man
Feel the world's in my wing span
Feel I'm blessed with my

Boomerang

Big Punisher

Capital Punishment [20th Anniversary Picture Disc Vinyl]

1998

started feeling funny, niggas coming short with money
I called my son, he told me chill, he'd be over in twenty
Punny, what's the deal? Niggas wanna kill

die in
'Cause of dying done by him, at the cross He did the buying
Ndio Psalmist nicome alive, so hii world hainidai 
Na nisipowaamsha na the Truth,

the dishes, dump the trash and meet the night
with 20 dollars cash to sew the world up tight
spitting on the steps outside the funeral home
then stroll on by

car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been

The real world kind of hurts
With the heart came California
Blew my head out of the water
I stopped dreaming but
The real world kind of hurts
With the heart

didn't seem
That we would unite in twenty twenty-one baby
So here we are TeamUs as we stand
Side-by-side hand-in-hand lookin' fierce understand
That this

time you pass me by
I like the way you move your body
Girl, I must admit
You're looking real fit
Let's chill for a little bit
I know you wanna get

started!

Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, buss rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin' niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
I'm tired of y'all niggas

not perish but have everlasting life

Who took the gospel out of music
Put it back so real saints can use it
The world cold and sick like the flu is

ever heard a 

Throwin four five six, ceelo, to one twenty third a 



Chorus: 

Earth, wind & fire you bout to learn 

We can make the world

to get it on, we marched upon the lawn 
out in D.C., stated our word is bond on TV 
Unfold the prophecy left in the cold by democracy 
This whole world

Roses

Tyrese

Alter Ego

2006

to love and all
Naw I'd be on top of the world
At twenty seven with a wife, pregnant, and white picket fences and shit
It's cool I'ma get there soon

gonna be so cut and dry
And the man who called this easy told a lie
I'm confused by everything, but the world outside has gracefully adapted
And I don't

Bow Down

Westside Connection

Featuring...Ice Cube

1997

The world is mine, nigga, get back
Don't fuck with my stack the gauge is racked
About to drop the bomb, I'm the motherfuckin' don
Big fish in

to East Greenwich through
Every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter
Ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right
By the state troopers

for paying late (May I?)
Run the fade on bum who stole the eighth (May I?)
Not believe if it's real or AI?
I'm smoking too much, i'm too high
Pop

will power, Bacardi
In this New World Order
This New World Order
This new world
In this new world
In this new world
In THIS new world
Women Keep watchin

but I’m still sane
My mind’s going a minute to the mile now
I know it’s in my blood but it’s still vain
So please can you call me by my real name?
Cause

automatic weapon spray
Niggas want to touch it see if it's real
Motherfuckers want to test with a gee and get let out 
left on the floor of the club like