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Bullets whistle by like voices beyond the
Grave in a dead choir
I pissed away my life for many moons
Many shitty wombs in pissy motels
Exchanging bricks

Jahbless oh
Omo ni esan biele nor
(He is the esan born child)
Irio nor
(Na so)

Shebi you know say
Nor be who first run
Na em dey reach
Where dem dey

want you anywhere near my children

Brain aneurism, I can turn you to an omelet
I'm making so many enemies, cause I'm making the songs by the dozen (whoo

This is addition vs. submission
Sinners need forgiveness
Surrender to His Lordship don't extort the grace He's given
See I'm blessed by One Yahweh

wave this is. Cause my sweet baby boy It’s over for you. 

Your career HAS REACHED the end of the road 

We gone take this nigga to church let the Choir

fade away
Faces, yeah
Faces, yeah
Eyes, I'll never fade away
Faces, yeah
Faces, yeah

Young kings, young kings; that's the name of the team
Three-point

King Kunta
Huey Newton
Open season
Ducks in a row
Ready to hunt 
You been set up
By ya own people's
Fienin' just for a lil come up
Because the blacker

the kings lap.

Heard by her cruel words

Dhruva looked at his father with tearful eyes

But the king did not say a word for fear of earning displeasure

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

who is my master/
By definition a Bastard so is my existence set in stone oh that’s laughter/
God doesn’t speak to me or he is whispering but it’s hard

supply
But many of us were repulsed by this plan our King contrived
You are our children, this can not be denied
But we tinkered with your genes then left

'Cause the world is gonna end tonight

Testify, my child

How sweet the sound of my father's voice
Made the move up north to Montana by choice
An English

Kranki told me take this beat and do your thing
This one of the chances you go’n get to prove you’re king
I listened

Yo Pops
My name is Fozter

They

by the islands drinking martinis
Yeah, and I'm a child of the past
I like my top dropped and my cars to go fast
Drive around the town in a Countach

a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by

I gotta get righteous or die tryin
Born to be a king, not a dope dealer supplyin
Locked in the bottom of a jail cell cryin
Gangsters don't shed

I'ma check five, I'ma get king, I'ma have a bunch of those mothafuckas
I'ma get king, I'ma get king, get king, get king
Fuck around, turn a nigga

by.
The King was
angry with Tenali
since he did not come to the court.
What is this?
Hasn't Tenali come to the court
today also?
Here I am,
your

angels that's why they're able to give wealth to their children
Or do we kick our children out the house by eighteen tell them to take the college route

melanated man, woman, or child is safe from we must protect ourselves our woman and our children by any means necessary it's time to stand up

verse1: they

and everything breaks down into
Vibrations - and by controlling that you
Can control both matter and
Thought and we've investigated this
And we've spent a lot

The Message

Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five

Kings of Hip Hop: Classic Material

2004

Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta

child
And children will rise up against parents
And cause them to be put to death
And you will be hated by all for My name's sake
But he who endures

Anaglypta, artex, emulsion, eggshell, full gloss, inch-tape, shade-card, formica, formica, formica

The King is Dead 
Long Live the Queen
Little