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The Good Hand

Woven Hand

Woven Hand

2003

and then
I do not tire
for the good hand upon me

I see you've chosen to lose your way
to greed with a clank for nothin'
keep your word
captive in

of the living
Once he breathe that air and he got his body kicking
Tears in his momma's eyes she just seen him in a vision

She sitting thinking for a name before

Rolls by with a smile a winking eye 
It's so intense he's so in touch
It's way too loud yeah shut it down 
And turn it off we've had enough


These

leave you head detached
Issa fact. critical hittin when I attack roll the dice. when I'm
Writing stick the pen in your back. get stabbed
By the iconic

same dead bars and boring flows
can’t compete ina league of my own
stitch man up them man a get sewn
what you need?
what u want?
looking in my eyes can’t

hazardous
You asking us? No demon in hell can come and dazzle us
Walking by faith in Spirit, eyes is set on the throne
Heart as strong as a Lion, no lying we

stupid in this monkey suit?
Keep quiet lest we making shit uncomfortable?
Stand by while these legislators fuck with you?
Nah, mate a real man, he won't

I grew right before Your eyes Sometimes I would lay in Your arms
As a little child
And You never told no lies
Did everything so right
Just so perfect

the life leaving yo eyes
Bitch I hope she cry
While she watching her only son die
You ain't gang made
You is bitch made
Your only bitch up on my dick
Tryna

It`s been seven years since then
All this life has just begun
You`re a big boy
You`re my loved son
You own a great heart
Your sweet smile
Your hair

scampi pasta
Son’d so many rappers its apparent that I foster
Zoidberg on my plate
Fries by the lobster
One eye open 
Get snipped from the saucer
Y’all go

got an army plus I keep it on me I stay protected
I see the demons I know they lurking and double checking
When I'm in my zone I can get em gone in

right
Ill advised then he on a white tee
Eyes need the vizine
Cuz I’m doing high things
Smokin diarrhea
With a mamacita
Out in Hialeah
All my niggas green

said we bonnie clyde how im so lonely?
its pain in my eyes why these locs on me.
i was posed to be your one and only,
you switched on me, turned to a...

in my eyes you can tell I'm demented
Ain't no surprise came from hell I've arisen
Nü age anti christ it smells like children
Stop questioning why came

the Bible
And all the love
Expressed by Gods only son
But I have shed so many tears
For so many years
Battling myself
With this anxiety and fear
Neva pulling

at the meter
Erewhon by the grove shit
And I'm cruisin' blasting Radiohead in a busted Prius right in the garage
You know I ain't my father's son if I ain't

bitch, keep a Glock, plus, she kickbox
We'll turn 'em
Man, what the fuck? Hell nah (what are those?)
We'll turn them big ass boots to some flip-flops

bulshit laws and modesty 
Lying to our face with your fake ass apologies 
But I don't wanna listen I'm done 
It's a eye for a eye 
Imma speak with my gun

Once upon a time in an obscure
Part of the Milky Way Galaxy
There was a spinning ball of water and
Rock ruled by the forces of evil
The Devil

lost in the sky clouds roll by 
and I roll with them 
this world is spinning around me
this world is
spinning without me
every day sends is
future

bullets, Odell
As I sit waiting for the call
Hollywood keep telling me he ready for the war
I can see it in their eyes they ready to even the score
About

hat
Yankee fitted cap on. Learn where the best at
Got some homies in the Bronx, come get your head cracked
Shitted on my last joint, consumption

and right
Broad shoulders
Synched waist
With an ass so tight
Serving you all the beauty of a queerdo
In my Red Bottom heels
Sponsored by your man, hoe