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Ain't taking this light like the weight of my quill
Thought it best to write what I really fuckin' feel
If this how I die then by all means kill

the stronger it gets
I hold on to the bonds
That I can't seem to sever
So while it appears to be slipping
I go and just tighten my grip
I don't need excuses know

I been living like solo man, lone wolf, I don't need no one[00:22.41]But am lying to myself damn I need someone[00:25.33]To hold hands make out in

the saints
Don't need bands, don't need rubber bands
We advance with the upper hand
Got that Bible in my other hand
He came as a man but I serve no man
I live

And room in the sky for the dreams to float
Escalator yo all in good time
Got love in my heart with knives in my eyes
Hope in my hand sheepish in my feet

psycho
You getting finer
It's a cycle
She go rewind em
You are my type but
For now we vibe on
1 2 step left right
She wanna dance with me
Hold my hands so

Glad bag in a trash receptacle
Drive by with five guys
With macs and then we pull
Wake up at midnight
Eat ya
Go back to bed when full
I'll hand a tech

A lot of rappers on my list this is real
I'm the hellraiser yeah

I came the hellraiser understand my mind
I trip sometimes i think I'm blind
That

brave.  I hold my breath and just as I life my hand I'm stuck by reflections struck from the blade. Cutting through the darkened cloud a piercing light

bestowed
I been trying but I still ain't got my ducks in a row
Heavy load
Can't do it by myself, rely on my bro's
That's the code
Cause I wouldn't let em do

be asking me "where's my sugar daddy"

Gotta show you what this can be 
I know you want me to hold your hand be 
Cause of how I move, when I'm out

never see you wit' me

So don't try to compare yourself; I'm beyond comparison
My hand is solo, like I'm Ford Harrison

The only bars you got are from

when you name yo price
And please don't take my name so light
Mowgli oughta hold weight like a scale at the point of the sale
You rappers got me fucked

my hand
Reading my palm see my futures got plans 
My funerals packed I filled up the stands 
My grave has more flowers than M versus bowser
Or Seth

I know I'm surely beside one
Softly whisper things while you're clutching onto my forearms
Secretly you've got thoughts that you're subtly hiding
Hold

defenseless 
Do what it takes, for you to stay winless
Pull back and cock, cause I'm the catalyst
Put my hands up an block, cause I'm the catalyst
Knocking you

Fantasy

Rhoda Morgan

From Brixton to Brooklyn

VERSE
How would it feel if you touched my lips,
And ran your hands down on to my hips and if you held my body like this (if you held my body like

In the Sun

Large Professor

SFS: Spit Flows & Safety

2003

clearer
And nothing can stop them guys that's in the mirror
So thankful that I keep my hands on the bankroll
Can't play the shit wreck, falling

baby make sure that you got yo hand right 
Turnin' stand by to stand tight
You damn right 
And i cant lie
The first time 
You cheated
Said you loved her

shoe
Life great except
Living without you
Rain came and flooded
My whole chain
I rode waves
Made by hurricanes
When I be down
You be building me up
Like

the addy
I said said 42 wallaby
Walk to me
Crawl for me
Hold both my balls for me
Kids in her mouth like it's broccoli
Constantly dealing wit hate
Next time

decide that you are gonna play that hand and try
Just think before you act because your actions don't rewind

Poisoned by the snakes in the grass
Hoaxed by

on the couch
Alright listen hold up let me tell you what this shit about

These bitches be trippin
She caught me slippin had my guard low
Now she in my pockets

I’m by myself, I don’t feel alone
I look up to the stars and I found my home
Reminded that I’m more than this flesh and bone
I am so much more than