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on the screen, expose my identity
Keep your eye on me
Keep your focus on me
Mister police, no we ain’t homies
Fuck the police
All my Maori’s, let me hear you say
I

blessed with every spiritual blessing 
Microphone testing – “gimmie some more” 
Listen I’m full of power by the spirit of the Lord 
Swinging the sword like

everyday she was ugly and bad
No love for Keyshia cause she hated her dad
Raped by her uncle never went to jail
Every since then she been living in hell
Now

extraordinary
Your bitch ass'll get bodied and buried
By the slick walking talking rhyming dictionary
Give me a mob
Let me champ one
Steadily handsome
Black

the fire,
Immolate your ambition and all your desires
Fan the flames of not your destiny, manifest corporate entities, abandon your identity, cry in

a city, kinda chili
That’ll usher you to the streets
Pardon my interruption
Pardon my pain
Kush clouds, and an umbrella
Just to put part in the rain
Dig in

on polar
She tryna control me I'm not a controller
I keep the lights on by stayin so lit
That ain't no milk that's me on her lip
My shooters are wild they'll

a holy sword
Cutting ties and pulling your rip chord
Showing you how to fly
When tge devils grounded you by a mask of lies
Speaking to the inside world

and not worshiping idols
Understanding my skin colour is identity
But it has nothing to do with my God given destiny
 Power to the people by the grace

to
Peep who feeding you but never eat the food
Rip to E2 my memory's been skewed
My identity been giving me gloom
Still I need room to make my move
I know

So, pay me by the hour you looking sour
Wanna pop them tags fuck money is power
Pay me by the hour mang'fika ziyawa uh
They gon' get that tag thuggie

to Hotpot got beef on the furnace
Came out a club but a lion emerges
When I walk by, they just clutch on they purses
Got so much ice that I keep in

and let it burn like Usher
I'ma get this money every day 'cause I'm a hustler
They said I got hoes, a ton of 'em
Lil' bro need work, I front him
Said I

I'm on my so raw shit
Hold the game by the balls shit
On my a game the rest of the roster ALL shit
Aw shit they prayin like oh my god
Here the beat

lending you nothing even if you a friend of me
Credit score so high had to protect my identity
Gotta great deal, hired the same guys as Kennedy

In my car,

Braiding my hair then cutting it off, because my femininity's raised by the cloth of the
Bed I lay in when I'm fed the stamen of the ones that I

yah 
Watch how i move 
Young nigga smoother than usher in shoes
My life is a cruise young nigga catching these waves by the two's 
Chef and i groove

team
You’re judged by your company
I own couple companies
Please keep all them cunts from me
I spent years around fiends
Having million pound dreams
I

I got federal cases I evade at every step
'Cause I almost crossed the state moving
This weight all by myself
They be trying to get the language
'cause

Harlequin

Rishloo

Terras Fames

words, so watch as I 
Strip away layers, I strive to find paces 
I reel from each image, a product of loss 
Bearing away my wholeness, fooled by my own

You're the Top

Denny Dennis

Top Hat White Tie & Tails

1995

You're the Coliseum. 
You're the top! 
You're the Louver Museum. 
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss 
You're a Bendel bonnet, 
A Shakespeare's

usher in
No wrath, He’s long suffering
He patiently waits when we don’t display His image
Like YouTube when its buffering
Salvation great sensation I’m

(encarcelados)
Manipulados by the law of the land 
No puedes navegar in the law of the sea (Um)
Why is this? (currency)
Mothership giving birth to a new identity

of dangerous national terrorists
they trust in collected files cos figures never lie

All his counter evidence
Were blocked by their arrogance
A criminal