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ever stop so
All the bullshit put it to the side And continue to grow
All the bullshit that was ever told 
Believe what it do but know the 
Truth will

It's times like these I feel I can write symphonies
My minds at ease, I'm chillin at like 20 degrees
I'm hella zooted, I've been smoking on that

Starting over
Leaving all my fears behind me
And I 
Want you by my side

Tomorrow
Is something that we cannot 
Rely on
It changes everyday

Tell me

Yours to Destroy

No Use for a Name

The Feel Good Record of the Year

behind here that the silhouette was me

I never thought that we were miserable
But how can two be only in it for themselves?
There is nothing left to say,

Boom Shak-A-Tack

Born Jamericans

Kids From Foreign

1994

young man 
An me will surely give di remedy 
One by one 
Born Jamericans is di crew 
From the streets of Washington 
Where nuff people smoke crack

Loud Talkers

Doja Click

Speed Kills

is buck wild
But in the meanwhile, motherfuckers in my city want to do what I do
But they P-H me behind my back, why don't you do that, raps are

wonderland

So welcome to the place I call my lair
It's where I write my verses when I hear the snare to the beat
And you should know by now that I can't be

regards to Broadway,
Remember me to Herald Square.
Tell all the gang at Forty-second Street
That I will soon be there.
Whisper of how I'm yearning
To mingle

the street
Y'all want smoke, but you still talkin steam
Where I'm from cash rules every thing round me
King Rillo stands for Kill It Never Giveup,
Really In it

Riding on the beat
Down the side of the street
Where shawty ain't got no love for me
So imma go back to the lights in the city
Cuz I been feeling

last
Know we'll never have what we had
Need you by my side
Stay for the night
Stuck in my mind bitch I don't wanna lie
Yeah I'm high as a kite
About

Lessons of Today

Rah Digga

Dirty Harriet

1999

Wasn't really into rap but the shit sound tight
He used to tell me all the time
Don't wet none sis
By this time next year we gon' be dumb rich
That's when

The Hardest

M.O.P.

Gratitude

2013

and a scholar
So the money straight range from hood to white collar
By any means, this is the theme I will follow
M.O.P. forever the team, our honor
You

the best
If only to convince yourself that you won't be next

For everything you've given them
Know it will never save you
No matter what you tell yourself

Mmm
When you make me laugh, when you wipe my tears and I don't feel sad
Yo
When you pop that thing, when you push on up I don't feel strange
When you

(For real)
Buried my best friend (Shedding tears man)
Buried my old self (Fuck off, stay dead)
Buried all loves i had (Not really that many though)

songs to reach once more
The idea that no one will lead me to an easy thought
Monotony is complex to detect its affects
How to interpret the facts, pay

no ghost that haunts by gaslight
No warning sign the strangler's loose
Eternal night, familiar bloodlust
You'll never suffer such abuse

Spread your

Could they comprehend
Endless streams of people flowing through the city streets
Waiting quite impatiently, trying to find their seats
On this hunk

I'm sitting by the Riverside looking at the city lights
Reflected in the turning tide of my life
I came here sold upon a dream which never reached

Yeah, Iso for the kids
Yeah

This song will get the people talking
So everybody quiet, please settle down
It's apparent like a mom and dad
That this

of balls?
You're fired, that's not a metaphor
Get on the ground bitch, fun time over
It's going down bitch, yellow October
Goodbye Los Angeles, full city

You say you need some kind of getaway

and that nothing here will make you stay

that this city has your mind in disarray

and that your lonely

It's the middle of January
It always seems like this month will never end
Times been moving really slowly
It's something that I still can't