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to a Residence suite for the night

C.F.E. for the pipe, got her family throwing rites
Get her home by midnight, tripping on my real life
Verses that I didn't

a forum on your sexual drive
Devote it to your lover and make it thrive
The rhythm's in F, I'm a hip hop body
Release my energy with the force of a shotty

on the regular
Surveillance getting heavier
Gang by my side, you know where down to ride
If your lacking you just might die
Send your soul on a flight

In the 50

bout goals, you love they
Soul, b**** shut the f*** up
You’s a hater on the low
I’m bout to f*** one of your bros
And you would never know
Feel a little

the clique, I said
Not By The Hair On My Dummy Fat Dick
And if that tummy have a kick, imma abort that shit
Support no kid, .44 to your forehead if
You talking

My President

Nas

UltraHits

2009

this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me

Don't F up my zen
Don't frick with my vibe
I'm surrounded by angels
I role with the tribe
Got them by my side
That means I'm alright
Don't F up my

away 
Soul drowning down in alcohol 
Bleeding by my family like what they did to Malcom y'all
I said f*ck my fears 
I'm numb to it after all 
I can't

solve it, giving f*ck your help, I'm better alone

I'm better alone, I'm better alone, I'm better alone yeah

One, two, three four d*mn!
F*ck I lost again

Lady In Waiting
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

How old is a soul? We hear it said, He's an old soul. And just how old is that? I'm thinking the soul

something
Like the lines of:

When I get signed, homie, I'mma act a fool
Hit the dance floor
Strobe lights in the room
Snatch your little secretary thing
For

No Mercy

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls

1996

Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real

album

Seems like a celtic song, devils from Tasmania
a Baltimore’s rain
hahaha

Poetries in conflict in the prayers from the photos
your whispers singing

love, that is slavery

I shared all my dark secrets
Everyday I'm surrounded by my demons
The way you played me, god damn your such a genius
I drop

He said yeah
You better come out with your hands up
We got you surrounded
I'm in the back
Changin' my outfit
He said blink
We gonna send

sorry

Fall fall falling, in and out of love
F-f-f-falling in and out of lust
Fall fall falling in and out of trust

Your soul
It glitters just like gold

streets
Broke 'em off somethin' proper
Haters may try to take your
Soul cold hearted ass niggas
Gotta ride with two twin Glocks
Gotta sleep fingers

way that I do 
cnd we ain't copping deuces
This here's a revolution and we ain't even looting
We gotta new solution so f**k your constitution
My ni**s

I dropped banger albums back to back
Whatever it takes to put the city on the map
The lost souls just keep fallin through the cracks
Ridin in our old

like speeding cars like in F1 race
When I see your race around, I get blinded by your lights
Coz your eyes are amazing
They're green
I want to touch

Onemosphere

Atmosphere

God Loves Ugly

2002

filling your mouth with the keys to my soul
And your spitting me out piece together the puzzle
You got to get it all out while your learning how to juggle

theme
Finding your voice, finding your true self
Thats what the culture represents
To f**k with bars; Hip-Hop gave me consent
Then why would I shy away

No Subs (Lyrics)
Written By D.I.O.

In the ATL I f***** my girl to some Aaliyah
N***** be tryna be me why the f*** would I wanna be ya
You n*****

no sobriety when slaps and words are getting drawn
Spitten on by your kin who gives the chair you're sitting on
But I've written strong words just