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Made Men

DJ Clue?

The Professional

1998

that can so you contract
Close casket, with the eight by ten
Sittin on top of the coffin
Never again fuck with made men
Your last breath, the kiss

and some critics
Who we're used to by now
Who think we're worshipping a man
The truth is I wish I could worship him
Because he's worshippable
Falsehood

could turn on
Buddy next to me he'd stand, yeah
You could say this is not going as we planned, yeah
So, grab my hand (my hand)
Baby, grab my hand (my

and you're going to heaven
From the heart though, make sure that you meant it
You ain't saved by your works, don't trust 'em
He forgave all your sins, receive

a vision
That split your psyche like light through a prism?
Did you ever hear a rhythm
That was so hypnotic you got lost to be never found in it?

Jack Vaul

I know I'm alive
But I don't feel like it
No, I don't feel like it

Once again I open my eyes
On the dawn of a brand new life 
God has shown me

at the same time couldn't concentrate 
Where'd my mind to go Life passing me by really moving fast looking like a slideshow now 
I'm really always busy Got my

No one ever read me a story
No one ever tucked me in
Still I always knew
I had this power within 

Damn there they go
They arguing again
You gonna

Walk in the room candles lit
Rose by the bed
Four green teas shots in
I know what time it is
You wanna get on top so I'm a let you
Now it's Auntie Annie

a day
That quite frankly, is never gonna happen
I'm tired of convincing you that the monster has moved in and that he's sick again
But a stubborn gaze can

to find out who I was on the pen and pad
Couple years I felt like I had lost the vision
Great Recession aftermath trying to make a living
Shoutout to PG

stupid

Politicians pullin shit up out they ass just like they boofed it.

I bet if Epstein was still alive he’d have Donald by his prison pocket 

Ain’t

Speaks]
Back in Biz, they like "who is this?"
$wanko be so fly that he came with a stewardess
Told you that I drip I’m splashing with the fluidness
If

make it out
Trust me we the next big superstars
Kasi poet 2.0 inspired by the son of Jah
Nigga taught how to spit a bar now my rhymes are up to par
Pac

my peace and it'll be your turn to talk then
Kurt Vonnegut vomiting on a beat he made
Telling everyone that he loves again that he just needs a break

life goes
Ain't worried bout the fame or the hoes, or neither the clothes
I just hope that you there by the time that I'm dead
Hope you give me a rose

could jazz up your life
Saxophone
But you don't even know
How to ask me on a date
Could be kissing by the noodles
Spaghetti plate
Lady and the tramp you

but I know he just a Juggalo though
Fuck that bust back; leave him hanging by his nuts and his throat hole; little homo
Bitch I don't choke

Don't wake

and go, and again we hit the door

[Capo]
Ammo explode, rappin' in platinum
Capo ballin' out of control, provoked emotions
Devotion, capture bankroll,

by my side I'm not afraid of the light
Sweeter then a lullaby
Who knew you could turn the tides
Who knew you could save my life
Cause it's been dark in

for them, and I hope they feel honored
The system fucked up, a lot of people got my nigga too Now he can't raise his daughter
My dad a stranger now,

The money feels like everything 
You ever needed 
[feel me]
Love only there when you 
Beneficial or six feet under
So Will I then get my roses I truly wonder

Aye
Imma rise up like I'm Lazarus
Told 'em I'm back in my bag again
I follow Jesus of Nazareth
The devil lackin' I've been practicin'
Spread

not a motherfucking
Picture perfect rose garden
Got to speaks the facts
My truth is really fuckin ardent
Well put and said
By the homie James Harden