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shit just cause you a bad bitch
Thats one thing I learned while I was becoming a savage
Number two thing it don't always work out how you planned it
Have

Oh Clara, you picture postcard face You always see me as I work in this place
What is your story and are you still here? You were an actress was it

batter

Up next to run

I'm on my grown man

Gonna run Forest Gump (Work)

Work out in His Word

Not laid like a lump

Exercise like precise

Showing off

prescription
Would it matter to them if one day you wound up missin
I keep persistent like a torn Achilles heel
Like doin work at the club gridin on the feel

and get murked
in the trap since a kid, nigga, free merc
Got a line on za these nigga shit dirt
I'm tryna get rich, I'm putting in work

Got curved by

scorched by its furnace
Whilst those at work all choke
John goes back home from work
To see his two children
There's no food on the table
And the lights are

not men at work
Not the manga
But I'm finna go berserk
And that shit that you just did
I did it first
I'm with z
And they ask why I take x
And I say

by the less normal yet I know guys that'll show you heaven Still convinced that 1777 Mountain revolution is shooting for the land That'll raise

Healthcare, many mistakes, it doesn’t work
Most stay ill and few are cured
Unless your case is mild, you’ll stay a while
And when the bill gets high

myself
I would rule you before I
Hit the ruler on the
Hand of a man that had nothing to deserve but
A land of his own because
He’s been handled by these

light to escape our thoughts
My ancestors were also slaves
I know they fought the Spaniards
For a freedom they wouldn't get
Weapons made by men
That

but they no believe us
Toba ni remote wa, won ni ranti ibi toma so si gan
We land for the place, we no fit close eyes pray
Koro koro with Holy Spirit,

the guinea pig feel
The land of paid actors
Had to Sweden the flow give it some flavour
Building a korea in rapping is Danger
But It's ghana have to work I've

Verse 1 G.M.P.
This my heart pouring out dog/I'm soul spitting/tear up a track with gusto/ I got pole position 
You can tell by my head nod/and my

the house, sheets keep me warm
What I gotta say, day by day, I live my life to you I pray
All my works for your namesake, today I give to you my praise LORD

the one we do praising, Paising,
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V2

Whoever works his land shall be satisfied with bread
Whoever pursues leisure, will be filled with need,
c revolting

I work at an elementary school
In a beautifully diverse classroom
They've now reinforced the rule
Where everyone must stand
And pledge allegiance

homosexuals

I dye my hair
And rape my women
I work out my abs
And imprison my men
This is my body
This bread
This red
Do this in remembrance of me

I don't know where I'm gonna land
But I know I'm on my way
I've got this moment in my hand
And that's enough for me to stay
They say I need to work

each other!
Treason has reared itself a throne
Enemy poisoned our people's souls
By deceit and damnation...
Bloody glows brighten the night up
Echoes

me
They gotta love me
They gotta love me
Gotta love me
Honey Bunny she needs the money
It's not so funny
She's gotta work around the clock 'cause

the physics engine
Cause where it lands, it produces the feelings of men and women with the Trinity of a Million children
Human races, many species, some

sparkle so proud…
The women who weave pearly bids into hair, the children who laugh as they play,
The men, who work hard to preserve their land and rest

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood and I
I took the one less traveled by
and that has