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to the masses where nobody go dey send you my guy
Bajinotu meji mahn fawon goons
when I die pour action bitters for the bullet wounds
Black and yellow flows
It's

days
I steered by the stars
Aimed for the moon
Wound up in the bars
There was a room
I papered with prayers
Scattered with flowers
While somebody else

never contemplating on your soul
I saw you by the sea with the fishes lately
Pussy on my dick and the bitch is navy
Talking 'bout some things you ain't

nigga
She with a whack little nigga
I am not that little nigga
She know that I'm wit it 
So she let me in it
I told her I'm busy  
Handlin' business yeah

with the lands that are right down, 

smoke a weeds. If a wound with a lights out, 

I doubt now cold-blooded as a spill into darkness, 

old school,

would
They told me pain isn't endless
I felt that it was
So embarrassed by all the wounds
I would cover em up
'Cause I ain't trying to hear all that
Shut

by the way that I been talking
Cuz when money talk, it about me, I know
I was voted most likely to flip the script on these bitches
Mr. Unpredictable,

Lessons from Mr. Feeny
While the devil is conflicting me
Mischievous bafoonery
Followed by Clownish activity
Some how this bottle
Has me partaking in this

always on the go
He used to live in Champtown, but moved to Slum Village
In a city Motown that was run by Mike Illitch
Lived with Fat Joe, in Ras Kass

Wommer!
ARTHUR:  Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest.  If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can

tickets, you been missing the train
So quit with the games
I know your wounds got a lotta salt 
I'm prolly adding more so I oughta stop 
Though don't take

touched em all 
Thought I could lean back on you 
I couldn’t trust the fall 
You know love a dirty game 
I had to brush it off 
Put up with alotta shit 
I

can get put on a shirt with yo pussy ass
He lookin' for me, he know where I stay at You know my addy, boy, come where I'm at
You steady he tellin' dem

Pardon the sign I feel lost in my thoughts
Head is flooded with the rage but see they love that of course
Heard they crying about the teachers

They spit in my mouth I just show em my teeth
The hunger was gracious
Refusal to eat
Protest in silence
No
March in the street
I was raised up by

a wound on ya face
Continue to roll through like skates
Nine shots out the nine, rattle the whole trunk like base
With an ultra violet lens on it K
You

From the wounds inflicted by you
Our future's looking so bleak
The power structure's so weak
So tell me now

What's Wrong With Me What's Wrong With You

R.I.P.

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this

and then get them out of me
I turn to the Word
When the trials surrounding me
I still remember my peers were doubting me
Sought first the Kingdom with demons

Real eyes cannot realize
Real lies in prefect form
Forgery by a surgery
She is more than flesh on bone
Synthesized like a Frankenstein
With a lot

Now indeed all I need is a drill and saw
While the clock go tick tick
I just sit with the thoughts of a misfit
Talking explicit
Aint gon stop dont

a hurricane pouring
Kick it with Jehovah witness while drinking exotic liquors
Speaking on bitches and then showing em dirty pictures
Now look at my God dammit

ass racists
Dirty looks on they faces
Some people do recognize the problems
But they be complacent
Nah they ain't really down to solve 'em
And others

decisions 
I move with precision 
These self inflicted wounds 
Cut like incisions
I'm misunderstood or just different 
Shump Official pimp'n

What's purpose