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the style guess they thought that was allowed
I ain't been here in a while I ain't tripping he my child
He my son but acting like a daughter wow
Homie must be

To my future son
I hope I lead by example
Even when you're a handful 'cuz
I trust that you'll be handsome
Don't go taking a ransom with a young

And plan to meet under the Christmas tree

Her son was honored by the army
After he got killed in Iraq
Like the other moms she thought it was the right thing

over the boarder
Maybe with gold and silver
Bring your sons and your daughters
Take the route by the river
Darkness keeps you under cover
Who knows what

Boom (How You Like That)

Hed

Broke [Bonus Track]

2000

as well get high
On the real son, I'mma take everything I need, the drugs, the sex, the power,
the American dream
I'm a rude, rude boy raised by TV
I

Rhymes I Express

Kool G Rap

Road to the Riches

1989

the lyric dictator
DJ Polo the fader operator
Will crush, squash, rhymes are harsh
All spectators will be brainwashed
Sons, daughters, paper reporters
Receive

and out of sight?
Do you wake in the early night
When mothers and sons and daughters and fathers
Get tucked and sleep tight

Do you search to be strung out?

may run
Whether you poor or rich sitting on your billions
Your daughters and your sons
Still no dey safe
No go dey front come dey save face

Get up

really wanna bring a kid in this moral vacuum
when the world is set to throw it's horrors at you
like a quarterback do
made us view a son or daughter like

choosing presents
And if it hits us both right we can get married
Tell your father to chill don't look at it as losing a daughter but as gaining a son
I got

my lyrics mean
My son or my daughter might listen to this
One day gotta keep it clean
And God keep callin me
Callin me
Callin me
It go ring
Ring
Ring

sentience
His powers known to be limitless
Its backed by many witnesses
He's your comfort and your advocate
Falling short – inadequate
His blessings all

dreams

It came knocking at my door
With a fresh bouquet of daisies and a coat of winds
I just let it in

If I were the son of nowhere
And the daughter

common sense 
And while the doubters will deny 
The believers try to clean the mess  

And when we leave it to our sons and daughters  
Maybe they'll tell

lame
Now it's like fuck nigga I gotta daughter and son
Long live Najee he just took one to the lung
He told me if I do it nigga don't you do it for fun

but she's afraid of water
I realize she will never contract a son or daughter
And maybe you're asking, how did she get that shit
My dog had that dog

slips through our fingers like salt and water
Out of his eyes as he strikes his daughter and his only son resembles his father
We give it away before

awful might
Can't be selfish and just fade away
Fourteen stairs down
To fight another day hey
They fight for love ones
Themselves daughter or son
They

they pay
The rest with no fortune are buried in clay
The sons and daughters keep weeping all day
Stone cold as the ocean, their stories there lay
Yo Ho

cities branded by an empire.
It ain’t about crime, it’s all about fear,
Crafting uniforms designed to commandeer.

Verse 3:
Riots, strikes, blue lines

them one by one
I will call them Israel's daughters and Jacob's tribal sons

They have the soul of Jacob as they often will rebel
They grumble

to others

Now I'm a father of two
There's no harm in my mood
My son smile, my daughters laughter
Really calms me and soothes
My spirit hear it so clear
It's

was, why I said "yes" to drugs, see it's
Not what my mama and faja had wanted for any one daughter or son, to be

Coughin' up for the ganja fund,

On how the enemy has done wrong
 To Our native sons and daughters
( Ancestors are calling)
We should never doubt what we hear
Listen to the drummer's beat