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lines in the eyes of a magistrate
I been rippin' off pages, for ages
Left my heart out on coupla stages
Think my fans got some similar faces
Whilst i

saw me come good Mr Magistrate
Turns out chasing the dream is worth the battle pain
This for those who walked me to my first school day
And who'll be

I don't wanna wait for celebrities son
I don't wanna wait for 911

I don't wanna wait for the magistrate
I don't wanna wait just to masturbate

What

Cast Away
Don't tell them no secrets cause they will snitch to the magistrate
Play baseball I pass the plate
Who gon get a mag today and who old bitch

Had to send the package straight
Coke prise going up
Had to realvaulute
He was in the crown first off he was in the magistrate

Niggas say he dropped

The alma mater doh cut no jail

Lawyers done paid

Magistrate done paid

Paid paid paid

Pay the Devil!


Who tell you about the devil? 

Who tell you

knew I'd make it anyway

When I met the magistrate his eyes were black as coal

Mugging for the camera I got caught in the protocol

Sister blue eyes

When I got arrested
I aint learn my lesson

You already guessed it
You know how I tested 
When I got arrested
I smiled at the magistrate 
I'm up and my

I'd dine
Though our lives are at stake, you let live, the poor rake
A dead magistrate with no years, with no date
Only sins to his name, a spawn put in

navigate,
To the moonlight we gravitate, 
We make a good team, too bad they hate,
Finna lay down the law, like a magistrate, 
You a Qp, they a bag of shake,

mom 
La magistrate met des ultimatum 
Mais le putain d'tank j'vais peut être me l'acheter
Les mec au shtar veulent lever la matonne
Moi j'ai une envie

\""In the year of our Lord June 2nd1692 I William Stoughton chief magistrate Of this Grand Jury Find you all guilty as charged Of acts of witchcraft

and magistrates

And all men, on account of her extraordinary 
Dignity and virtue
Admired her the more

Unfortunately
That is not the end to her story 
Intolerance

Drinking from the Sun

Hilltop Hoods

Drinking from the Sun

2012

a Saturday sport or matinee talk
With throwaway sentences like the magistrates' court
Scratch that, now hear me out, attacks don't give me doubt
I drop

coming to respect the night of magistrate And better lies I don’t expect you to release The common ways we love and die The more we make the more we try

friends, late night chattin' in my old Benz
Wilmslow Road in my 110's
I write the words in Strangeways like it's a cold pen
Crown court magistrates, I