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mask yeah 
Tell me where the bread at 
Hugging bad that’s all I know
I Said that 
You can get your head whacked 
Lay you where your bed at 
The post up

ghost ride
Walk with the script, the Word made manifest in the flesh
Giving my best and I sharpen my sword
Prepare for the test
Know he 'gon tempt but

Oooooooo, don't let this pass you by, there's something on my mind and I want to let it gooo, so sick of waiting in the snow, searching for some

Made a million off a logo with my thumb up
Y'all just getting in the game, 'cause you butt fuck
Whoa, no shots, no shots, no no (If I sing it's

Compulsive gambler (uh huh)
Exhuming cadavres (okay)
In a crisscross diagonal pattern
And I'll have you holding the lattern (hold this)
Not amused by your

the fam the fucking gold yeah

Now I'm rapping till I'm dead
Rapping till I won't wake from my bed
Rapping till I get fucking shot in the head
Rapping till

Gotta Eat

Killah Priest

View From Masada

2000

Masada
2000

[ verse 1 ]
My .44 calicol will silence y'all souls, masada
The ghost of the most prolific writer
Upon my death bed in roast in fire
See

nigga fuckin' garbage
Niggas know that I'm the hardest
I swear I'm the hardest that ever recorded
See me I do my thang, I'm in my own lane
If your money

usually goes baby lan trippin
Nobody knows your value until you go missin
knowin that theres demons sleeping in my head Praying for my down fall dreaming

better call
No ghosts to bust and no one named Saul
And I'm sick of all this high horse shit
Got me sinking in this hot coarse pit
Lines reeling and it

tell 'em we back
Matter fact
Let 'em know we never left
Oh, we back in that one bag, huh? (Gangsta Grizzillz)

My friend group compared to yours is

face
Now your spirit in the sky where them birds play

Protecting my zen
I got 7 emotions I lettem flow through my pen
I got visions of Costa I got a ten

a drunken slur
Johnny says, my love, you should unwind

On a bed as fine as mine
She says, you can buy all kinds of shoes
But you can't only wear two
Yours

fine, hard to look in your eyes
With a big ol' booty, it's yo ass fault (ass fault)
Told a nigga I know your kind
If you came on my side, woulda robbed

fucked your hoe
Don't keep a hoe
They gotta go
Look at my time its froze
You can say my time is gold
Double my grind and go
I'm dreaming bout buying my

I've Said Too Much

Howard Jones

Revolution of the Heart

2005

into my ribs
Am I made of honey? Am I made of bone?
Scrape your nails over my skin
To find how many layers I’m wrapped in

How long does it take

WIFE.

LAZY ASS MEN SPEND ALL DAY IN CHURCH

WHILE I WORK TO BE RICH AND THEY THINK IS RITUAL

ONE THING IS I'M A GOLD DIGGER

WHETHER HIGH OR LOW I'M

Reach right over and rub your leg
I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip my finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't

by his grace and his mercy the Holy Ghost took control of me
Now I can serve Him
I Got Jesus
The one that died to save our souls
Jesus
He can change

swirls up and then it dies

Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look

swirls up and then it dies

Would you like my mask?
would you like my mirror?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
you can look

you, bitch
Blast you in your head, make sure you dead
'Cause I don't want you to live
My words of wisdom:
The weaker the victim, the bigger

the ghost flip
Jordans on my feet, no Balenciaga swag
No double XL, fuck it, my niggas got the mags
Drivin' by the rules
‘cause we strapped without no stash

You're still a ghost inside my head 
Inside my head
Hell I was wrong
To ever let you in
Hate waking up from dreams with you inside my bed
Oh my god
You