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the question is who are you two? Between me and you a stolen youth a bitch in blue is worth the monkey finally returns into a thankful nurse you can call me

But I won't give the other side none of the above for a buzz, but
Niggas selling out like a new pair of J's
Exclusive, 11 cool greys
Death by designer,

Voice of the voiceless, I'm a speak to the masses
Creature of tragic
Cross breed between the beauty and madness
I was taught in the art of war, I

Stuck between loving and promiscuity
Wanna be a lover
But I'm scared for ones pursuing me
I can be a handful
I'm full of inconsistencies
One day

for my enemies we don’t play fair
So pray for the day that we let them break bread
And this ones up two fingers like Gandhi
Get the haters enough rope

here
Conversating with two women
But girl its you i'm missing how
Could I be too submissive
You the misses all your love
Poisonous like its new edition

watch them stall on me
I keep my distance
I accept apologies
But its been written
That’s the way its gotta be
So keep that energy
And everything between

jumped far
Over their side gate full speed like a stunt star
Hopped another fence, I ran by a fricken dog
Stopped for a second just to kick it in the jaw

a vaguely Y-shaped glossy and greasy object between them and
Their fingers
One sneezes and wipes its oozing nostrils, inadvertently snapping the thin, fragile

gravou uma primorosa versão de “Grândola, Vila Morena” na compilação “Não São Paulo – II” (Baratos Afins, 1986), e no álbum de estréia (365, Continental,

Negro Spirituals
'Cause I'm popper than pop
Probably popping charts and I won't stop
Since I'm by myself to knock it out the park
No conflict between my

Yeah, Boy shut up you average
You not getting no cabbage
I was 16 started rapping aye
Rolling loud get the whole mass lit
About 2 years later and we

about me
Never ridin' solo on a black
Truck full of two lit's
Been murkin' motherfuckers since the
Age of ten
Used to that tape and them outline chalkin's

going for another long dive
Some call me Father
Others call me Johnny Topside
Long forgotten
I was swept up by the wrong tide
Thought my bed was made
But

gas
(We could have the Summer of Love)

You murdered them kids, Jenny, that blood’s on you
You know CHOP was a setup by your boys in the blue
Terror

And when one favour turns into two
And you don't return a single one
I'm laughing to myself; I've won

And the long road's made longer by the steps you take

morally questionable child
So, it was between the years of 5th and 6th grade
I was super into origami and those arts and crafts projects
That had like,

Days till we decease decrease as time goes on
One day you're right next to them, (snap) then they're gone 
Stings from the distance, but the memories

A broad and yawning pit
Centre of Malebolge

The belt, then, that extends
Between the pit and wall
Divides it into ten
Ditches of Malebolge

Ten valleys

of four
A man, his wife, two kids in the back
Smash the drivers side window with a rock when it cracks
Slip my fist through it quick start attacking the dad

broken bones and
Every kind of bruise
By the time I'm through, you'll wanna ice it
Dude (GET OVER HERE) Time to die, you noob
I'm gonna rip your guts out

and
Know a song or two
Let's all applaud Freddy, Chica, Bonnie
Foxy too nope, they don't run on batteries
But they're compatible with souls
Surely working

kickin them, just as soon as I can hit eng-uh-land
I hope that my plane won't be swingin from, hittin turbulence
Or else I'll be hit with disturbances
Down

afire
Could send them straight to Hell

[Part II: Torments]

Far away, but much too close for comfort
Carnival's calliope is playing
Halloway sits in