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a dandelion in the wind bout to meet a fire
Wondering where you f***** up how could you not clock the signs
On the road your going down it's never too late

a dandelion in the wind bout to meet a fire
Wondering where you fucked up how could you not clock the signs
On the road your going down it's never too late

like Cheech and Chong
I don't feel like a rapper
I just like the beat to speak up on
Who you know from this side that talk that slick fire
He bust

run 'em as sonar; CoFlow's the callout.
You're misaligned, I turn benign breaks into malignant.
Knock 'em out the box; capture they flag and kick they

is real and on Earth it's alive)

Tiger stripes on the sky burn in red
Cut by talons swaying overhead
Flight so graceful with their wings wide spread

Like a dandelion in the wind about to meet a fire
Wondering where you fucked up how could you not clock the signs
On the road your going down it's never

I'm in my element feel like I'm Heaven sent grow me some wings and fly me away
I mastered earth, wind, fire now I feel like water next on the plate
I

the windows
For the leaves return
But the hearth indoors
Is where the fire burns
Winds'll take my tracks
The falling years will learn
To turn my body back
Into

tornado wind
I’m fading out and fading in
In In
Twist up and turn up the speakers
That bass make you nod like you leaning
And it’s around we got that if you

descend upon earth to usher in the peace for a millennial age
Ash turns to dust from where it came
Dust turns to mud when the rain and storms came
Mud turns

Alive

Aceyalone

Accepted Eclectic

2001

by chance
Now that these records are made
Tell me what it's like for you when you hear the record played?
Hm - dynamic, like one gigantic planet

of reckoning
Would've come so soon
They put their faith in the people
And hell fire consumed
Who knew that the price of evil
Would send you to your tomb
You put

Advent of Insanity

Sabbat

Dreamweavers (Reflections of Our Yesterdays)

1989

A sea breeze echoes softly
It's song echoes through your mind,
Leaves you thinking of tomorrow
And the life you left behind.

Come turn your

But not you
You're the flame
You're the storm
You are the wind, fire, earth and the rain
You are the storm
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen

Ooh ooh ay ay ah
(Beats by Malice)

Life is hard
And the times are rough
When your fire burns
On the ones you love (ya rabb)
I know you cry





Skip

Stole the golden fleece with the culture of
Total nobodies earth lies divided by fighting
Tribes all we do is watch em
Waddle back and forth lighting

(Chano!)
(Hustle)
(Don't forget I hustle)
I'm so geeked to win(So geeked)
Black truck window down hand inside the wind(The wind)
I won't never rush

fire from a god
Crept in quiet as a mime in a box
Crept out quiet as a pair in a bluff
Now it smells like smoke anywhere that I want
I am too impatient

Match the sun
Beat down the block with some Air Force 1's
(Air Force 1's)

I ain't rockin' Cartier, Gotit got on CD's
(Gotit) beat it from the back
She

racks, I need me them numbers

Extortin' that shit, nigga, pillage and plunder
Earth, wind, fire, rain, takin' them under
We shootin' that bitch like KD

to pass the time
Must annihilate you, the one to turn the rapid fire
Be the crime caper, must be the one to rationalize
Only plan attack when you ready for

East Coast [Remix]

A$AP Ferg

Still Striving

2017

gotta beat 'em stupid
Only got forty-one seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wet a nigga bluer and I cannot
Grab

hard you try or how much you buy
You're never prepared for what's in store
As the perfect storm brews
After all I've been through
Who on earth can I turn to

NcH we not stuck in the mainframe
we out of the box inner vortex 
weaving rogue elemental dialects 
hackers weavers of the net that catches that