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So I'm up on the stage, and my jacket is blue, but it's looking teal from the shade of the light
Never performed with a live band, I'm a little

Don't forget, you're my little rider
They was squint had to open my eyes up
I don't quit, we always going to rise up
All for him, I can roll right by

I don't wanna tell you what not to do
I got a little free time I'm about to lose
I'm in anxious state be still my heart
I'm putting all your dreams

how to mellow in, this promise to be stormed
I got sore hands from building brick by brick
A wall to weather any storm but loves hurricane
Has me

He grew up in the dark
Forged by the pressures of the world on his heart
Always had potential, just rough around the edges
And so hardheaded but that

body get loose

Got to say girl it seems like you ready
Trying drown in that pussy if let me
In the mirror that body perfection
So I know it's a little

little bit of a sinner,
But in the end just leaves me bittersweet at dinner,
Thinkin of the Mrs. And The Mr.

I still remember when the hurricane left my

Delicious display
123 four play
The feast hasn't ceased
By the break of day
Still rising straight away
Let's play
A little rough
Just enough to titillate

burned brands into my skin
Like I'm his now
Human condition
I would envision a rough fight
You wouldn't soften my appetite
Little morsels crushed
Between

your heart really in it? (in it)
Got a lot of questions
Lately the only thing that you give me is depression
Our relationship seems a little hectic
When

chaos

I am a hurricane of good intentions 
Everyone of them so bent out of shape they never meet their destination 
Yes I might have overcooked it

storm in the middle of a hurricane
Nights like this I'm singing pain call me Eddie Kane
Clock just stopped who to blame
Time is solid as a stone call a Dr

Took a little time, but you know how I do
Shit done changed I don't know about you
Checks came in, now you wanna come through
Girl shame on you
You

This neighborhood has crashed and
burned, I brought death to them all
through a home-made hurricane
Armed with scissors, fire and booze,
I wiped this

a starving artist in case you were wondering
Yet keen and consise, never any blundering
Powerful linguistics, lightening and thundering
Rhyming hurricane best

Sitting in my bedroom
The rain is pouring down
The shade is on the window
And loneliness is all around

A little voice I'm hearing
Says don't

with the red Gucci purse
A night out with the flashing lights
Tell the team all black everything including the ice
Told the little homie all I need is

the pussy to a monsoon 
My goons pull up playing my tunes 
High noon drive by let the 9 boom 
Flo hot like the summer nigga im june 
Hurricane swain stronger

Temple of the Mental

Killah Priest

Intonarumori

1999

Outta one came many, Electric Man runnin through the Electric City
Ruled and govern by electricity, it's like a dream
Our superiors are pathetic

to talk to bout my long day
I been by myself since like a long way
All this fucking blue
I'm bout to make a wave
I'm bout to make a way
I'm feeling like

you keep away (Straight up)
Yeah, I made this song during a hurricane
Yeah, I'm not worried its just a little rain
Yeah, I do this for the fuck of it,

tricks on me,
I’m out-maneuvered by reality
But I could be as happy as I wanna be!

Verse 1:

I can’t play til I see it in writing and
I can’t see til I

Sound Bwoy Bureill

Smif-N-Wessun

Nervous: The Third 50 Releases

2013

the champion sound, you gettin' bucked down
Recognize the Boot Camp Clik out of Bucktown
Gun-thirsty little bastard, always blasted
From the sacks

the champion sound, you gettin' bucked down
Recognize the Boot Camp Clik out of Bucktown
Gun-thirsty little bastard, always blasted
From the sacks