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of these other girls acting weird thats why I need her
Just tell me when you're ready and I'm there
Now we do it under the moon
But if I ever say I love you

We're the gods they some dogs listen they're disgusting
They some flies on some shit
Eww-Wee... man they bee bugging
All up in my face, talking grace
They

seek you out, flay you alive
One more word and you won't survive
And I'm not scared of your stolen power
I see right through you in the eye

I'm

give me something to hate cus nothing escapes, carry a gun or a blade
Got somethin to say? Boy I got money to make
You're goin the other way, while

time for us to go,
let me in
don't missing
we will start to flow,
can you feel it like I feel it
do it up and down,
wait a sec
what I feel
now there is

in
I got whatever you need
Let me know where to go and I'm coming
Girl it's all on you it ain't nothing
I got whatever you want

I'll be your

been deceptive
Now my heart is trapped like Damn!
Yea she spun me in her web B
I was so blind, now I'm seeing Clearly
Decision time, going left or Going

Like cancer in the body
Body bags
Im drop caskets off
Or ashes for your mommy
Brooding lunatic
Whos howling at the moon again
Transformation
Mutation

all on to me 
I was molded by war 
You should know I ain't phased
Wutai in my veins
Ain't no options for playa
My words all creation every limit I'm

throwin' bags at me
Car lot, got the car
Dealer throwin' Jags at me
We on that new shit
Rainman in the booth shit
Work in the trunk , we too thick
I'm riding

Life’s a Bitch and her ass is nice

I got nine life’s to roll the dice

Assassinate my character can’t kill my light

Present Polaroids in other words

makes me sick
Is feeding me pink when I'm bleeding blue

Despite the pain you've dealt, hate is one emotion I've never felt
The others define you by your

on paper-round
I'm wide-eyed, my time flies, I sit here and make a sound
2020 kind of breezing by
And 2015 ain't as close as 2025
So I lie here, chilling, looking

boogie when I'm bored
Let me fly, but lately I've been feeling sore, tryna sore
I talk about my future like it's just about to happen
Get smacked by

And you can follow in these footprints if shoes fit you
From all regions now, they're trying to steal the style
Look they bit me, and I'm tryin to hide my

up like what the fuck
I would fly by the rock like Jigga and aerodactyls
This concrete jungle can be hassle
Put me in better schools to keep me out

tryna live that life
But it ain't just me these politicians is slime
Don't give a fuck about yo life or mine 
I'd have to be a fool to think other wise

crying in this life
My old girl called me baby boy
Sad to see my look on life is blinded as a thought
I Stevie Wonder why
Or when in life I had got lost

blurred
nobody is what i fear
eighty people telling fuck is u here for
bitch, look in the mirror

i fold a paper by tens on my hand got a pocket of dope but

to the World if they'd just listen and smile
Keep that straw in their mouth and spitball for awhile
Pickup game through this dial
It in to spot a fly
If you

why all they mind boxed in
Make me wanna think 'bout Martin
And mark my words like Mountain
Luther King had a dream i'll move mountains
And I pray

cTOM BOMB BcBY by c. Ronee Blakley, Sawtooth Music, cSCcP
Ronee Blakley Productions Inc, Blakley Records. Distributed by Symphonic

 In every world

thinking about that other word
They all took your name and dragged it through the mud and dirt
The only reason I'm rapping about it I know it hurt
I could

be misunderstood
And I can't seem to put in words
The way I feel
So I'd rather say nothing at all
I'd rather keep it to myself
For fear of appearing