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Slide or get slid on
I keep that shit on
Insult to injury
Graves a get pissed on
Know dat we enemies even in death
I pray dat yo momma try killing herself

Plaques on the wall
Imagine it all
I ain't never had tracks get applause
That was the goal
Raps of a hope
Passionate flow
If I only ever rap 'bout

Of any sons gunned down
By police by police crime
Shit is getting wicked
And I be feeling hopeless
'Cause I don't know how to fix it
They hang us by

a reason, cause them fuck niggas still breathin
I'm still passin' by polices, my son be happy to see me
My daughter tell me she need me
I just take it day by

We Sold Our Homesteads

Falconer

Chapters From A Vale Forlorn

2002

used to be our home. 

We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave
It was as if we'd stepped into an open grave.
The food that we had brought

up in my brain
The number one spot is all of what I Krave
Venom in my pen when I write on the page
And on my grave they'll say I was great
And when I'm

bus
Because they never get bored of being whores they whored us
Best believe that karma's sure to track them back to their sons and their daughters

your man baby, take me by the hand

In the cool of the evening when
Everything is getting kind of groovy
You call me up and ask me would I
Like to go

Of the constant depression and stress that I got
So we're all just stuck in a maze in our heads
And we're all in a rush tryna change for the best
Awesome and awful

then we related and it's because
Can't nothing ever separate us, to the day I'm in the grave
I call you cousin and they ain't gotta believe us
Yeah
We

a bitch ass son and a bitch ass father probably have a bitch ass daughter 18 on the track doing everything you taught her lambs to the slaughter never get

and place 'em right up in your daughter's face How you wanna play?
'Cause I'm a open up now, kinda like Cardi's legs
I'm no longer playing, when I see

Gaddafi's life
We got pass the mass
Graves you tried to bury us
But you hardly buried
Us cos we Harley Berry'd them
Stormed for freedom
Sang songs we
Did

doing music till that fateful day
When I lay in my grave, and I hope that everyone will say I was brave

For bearing through the pain and the hardship.

that
Doin' the shrimp dance in the murky waters (Splish splash)
Manila to Louisiana, run it back (Run it)
Deep in our history, we the sons and daughters

Cherry-picking grave-robbers
It was Bush not the Clintons with a gay daughter
Slurry made from rainwater
Mixing in with construction, a little

I'm Mad

Lil' Boosie

Bad Azz

2006

she gives you that face and that big a**. 
My teachers talk about me bad every time I cut they cla** 
Now I f*** they daughters in they a** 'cause

They call me the devil’s son like a cock slapped a nun
In front of an orphan speaking tongues waving a loaded gun
I need an exorcism so they calling

and the one who make Son shine uh
We sons and daughters of the Most High
We soul tied
If we gonna walk make sure ya yoked right uh
I'm so tired of seeing fake

the skills that I lack
I'm an ordinary, honorary man
But I choose to live a life that's very grand
And I left my past, I buried in the sand
I'm a son of God,

(Whoa!)
Smoke weed if you feel like coughin'
Test me you in that coffin still coughin'
Buried alive then I bury ya mom ya kids ya wife
And everyone you say

the Case
See I'm not even gonna worry the old me been buried so I'm not afraid of the grave
Look none of yall could never get me off pace
Boy it's all gas no

in order I'm very meticulous
They tried to copy my style but they flopping
I'm flipping it, pivoted, shifted it, lifted it
Just to let all of these

the throne and the crown

I wanna build myself
Grow a legacy just for my daughter
So she can grow and cop her own
And not concern bout what your son, bought