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ya lie for me? Look/


(Verse 2)
I wanna tell a story of the last chick I dated/
She said all the right things brought me out of hatred/
Showed me I

TWO SIDES OF THE ScME STORY
Written and Produced by:
Moffat Nkunika (M.K SENT)

Verse One
Uja, Mwana wapa neighbour 
Daily, Bankala bamumenya

stupid
Showed up unnoticed
Know I told her she can bounce
I just might take a shot
Or two
And it’s only noon
Niggas be gassin stories vroom vroom
She was

Secrets

Ill Poetic

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

talk to 'er if it ain't about a dollar.
Stayed in the latest? Esay?, Gucci, Prada
Two kids, no communication with' the father.
She nineteen, lookin'

on the cross in a, total misery
Now separate Jesus from the cross so you can see
The truth about the cross, and the cross's history
The cross was created by

Story starts off with an injury
From there the rest is history
A tale to be told with no victory
Shrouded in silence cloaked in misery
Two to three

at night

It's 2 AM and I don't know where to go
By myself but I don't wanna be alone
In the end we know all of it's fake
Made the story so you'll love me

wanna hear
Sharpened by the Word
Being led by His Spirit 
Not through the Word based on
How you be feelin' it
No iron to sharpen 
If the leaders are full

Burn

The Roots

Present

2005

your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood, permanent

the fool
(The fool)
Got too much to lose
(To loose)
Lies or truth you choose
You choose
You choose
You choose
You choose
I member' them times
We had no dime

Lock down cave in with no air protect us I swear stop
I can't breathe
Hands up hands down they hoping you're not around
When foul shit goes down
Stop

time yea

Imma ride it 
Get up inside it 
If you like it 
Imma take my time yea

Flight to Santarinni 
Yep Greece me please 
Ain’t no basic chick 
This

the look on for face that it doesn't compute (nah)
A guess you shouldn't judge a book when the truth is you've got no clue how the story goes
What I've been

A Game

Talib Kweli

The Beautiful Struggle

2004

to sell out, concerts and merch' fam
Always get the story straight accounts first hand (yeah)
That nigga, the crack spitter, the black fitted low
Give

know
These rappers selling they souls
In exchange for a dream
I know the hype around it
I know the hate inside it
No ghost when I write it
The truth I'm

pays his taxes pays his bills
Thought it couldn't get no better till he meet this chick name Jill
Jill was down to earth but a bit high strung
Her mouth

strawberry fields
Wore it out for two days straight
Up in the motel
Then he left while she slept
Money out the purse it's an old story
I just changed a couple

love chicks but I stay away
Pain to my heart that’s one thing that I won’t take
Yeah
Small kid but I got thick skin
Big heart
Big drive
No friends
No cap

sound so damn toxic
And no you not just one of my belt notches
I'm not ready to see myself cemented
With a chick that's deranged and demented
I know fem

a yoke nope
A empty shell and a promise me note
In da hotel by yourself when you fuckin wit NO I gotta go
Like I stole from the general store
No needin

additional help, they let me know by changing their color. We also need a face 2 face conversation, preferably late in the afternoon when the day becomes

story got two sides
One facts, one all lies
Do they love you 'cause you been official?
Or 'cause you beneficial?

Time heals but it also refills

City
You have forgotten me, I have been tied to another world that has already been lost
2 Worlds tied by our memories, as you remember me everything you

dick, but she ain't not a 10 to me
Ain't screwing with no chick, if she ain't got no specialties
Don't care if she thick, don't care what she send to me
I