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song
There's a list of war crimes like the day is long
But don't let that stop you Genocide Joe
Now I've been asking myself, Just who does peace

every day over text
Tell me all your dreams
Vulnerability let's take it there
Not defined by our past
Let's talk about it
Let's clear the air
Yeah I been

This album is dedicated to all the times i thought i’d never amount to nothin
All the times i lied and said i wasnt sufferin
Fuck the cops, fuck

Ancient Egypt descendants,

My dreadlocks swing, like I’m Marley,
This is my song of redemption,

Dressed in black, like I’m Vader,
Grizz whip back, in

sound im brown like Nino
Who is the nigga on the door
This shyt is bouta blow
Blood I know when the hoes started fussin
I'ma get it in at my show
They

him sing
His song a gift, paid by the rich
He sings his song, later on his bitch
New age sweet queen, she loves to play
The wait is patient, common love

that's why none of this shit
Adds up but I love the fact that all
I gotta do is cough and right away you back up
Faster than my ex did back in the day when

know about you 
But my life aint improving 
With this beat that I'm grooming 
This nation is moving

Im done wishing for shit
I got nothing to lose 
I

Mesmerised with movement
Every time you laugh
Know my day is an improvement
Do u feel the same
I don't know I'm just assuming
Do u feel the same
I don't know

a buck
Keep it in touch
Keepin' shit real
That is wassup
Always a hunnid
And run it but
Tryna stay humble though
Yea never see me tumble
When I focus
Days

Her song is worth singing
The blessing, the best that you could hope for
Ready and willing team, building like a ropes course
No need in stressin',

eachother thinking this is fate

Then a year later y'all get disengaged
Stop fumbling, new year and I'm still at Cumberland
Three jobs since summers end

The Winter of the Long Hot Summer

The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy

Hypocrisy Is the Greatest Luxury

1992

billion a day is what we spent
And our grandchildren will pay for it 'til the end
When schools are unfunded
And kids don't get their diplomas
They get

just stare jaw dropped, something like a tourist
So many people in this room, I only see you
This spot is getting old, we should go back to my crib
Baby

way we all ain't got to make them (do it)
Take them words I put off in this song (do it)
Live your life by it, nigga take your chance,
you on your own

how 
All this stuff inside me works and I got tears now
I'm a shaken can of soda please don't open me 
This mess inside of me is one you cannot clean

Get a taste by the case
Music is the correlation if
You looking to escape

There’s writing on the wall that
You can’t write off
Dreams so big they make

Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism 
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts 
It’s too hot up in the kitchen 
Had

Waughter

Grand Agent

By Design

2001

way-ayyy-ayyy

[Grand Agent]
Ohhhhhhhhahhhhhh
End to end, end to end
Experience, experience, a new sensation

Some of this is factual, most of it ain't a lie
Two

passing through

Passing through...

Now this day is nearly done 
and my song is almost sung
and pretty soon this scene will fade from our view
If we never

two girls on feels for real

Oh this a bounce she like whining by the DJ (aye)
Fucking tune-age just like Rhi-Rhi pon the replay (aye)
We young

Ghetti
Everclear Casper
I can't help it
I'm so selfish
So tell me what is it you really want?
I can tell by looking something's wrong
Seen you hit my

Born in the stars like optimus prime
The day you plant the seed not when you eat
This shit takes time
Ask me how I feel
I simply say divine
Understand

When is too long too long 
Is it after 2 songs 3 songs 4 songs more no I don't care if you play this and like it 
Share it praise it 
No I care if