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your prior self, the most high would help
You paid the last tithe, he gave the last rites
To lie in the grave, finally saved from that plight
That

that f****** cave
Money will stay in my safe fore i'm buried in my grave
When I die b**** my spirit ain't boutta fade
I'm Dakoda C you boutta see how

soared to new heights by
Literally thinking outside the box
You fell into depression 'cause Spider-Man
Ruined all your plots
At Hollywood's beck and call

the snowy weather
Waitin' on this frost for so long I'ma send oldie letters
All my niggas in the cage or niggas in the grave
The streets don't love me, I

Move forward
For my daughter and son (yeah yeah)
Dyin broke my biggest fear
I know my time is real near
Tomorrow's not promised shit
Gotta get it while

for this long
Fuck that
You can stay like a hundred feet away
And get buried in a grave of missed calls

We don't ever talk like that (Nah) 
We don't

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

Grown
Time passed by when did we get so grown
Cold
I remember when my heart was cold

Now I'm hot like the sun
I had to follow the Son
And I had

Sing: I'm a woman, 
I'm a man, 
I'm a mother, 
I'm a father, 
I'm a daughter,
I'm a son, 
I'm a sister, 
I'm a brother, 
I'm a teacher, 
I'm

a parent, but it's time that I should air it
I got a son who lives less than 30 miles away
With a mom that let us meet, but only if I don't relay
All

the displays
Slaughter when the orders are made
How many sons and daughters
Caught up in distorted and strange
Mental disorders all borderline
While we walk in

to the burial ground
Dance on these graves with thunder
Stolen from the town by the holy impound
Now they're buried six feet under
Judgement has passed on a life

Daughters n sons
Families torn apart by guns
Drug beef over who run the streets you from
Don't look to start shit but my whole crew love it
Fuck wit us get

Name’s Lievanos, lil bitch better say it with respect
Fuck body shots, I’m aiming for your neck
I know that I’m blessed
Got my son right by my side

you don't like it vulgar then pussy
Go suck your momma
In a coma till she comes and wakes
Up and murders her own son
See, I am Coca Cola
These chasers

It's Gettin' Hectic

The Urge

Receiving the Gift of Flavor

1995

they should be 
Some of them wannabees, some of them wouldbees 
And I'm getting vexed by the crap they project 
They put in on wax and all their

these niggas mad, nigga
Fuckin' on this daughter, niggas know that I'm her dad, nigga
With my white nigga max, he said my shit was rad, nigga
All these

country!" Its a nation of sadists!
The babies who are buried before they can run
The children whose mothers have never known fun
The daughters whose bodies

we can all bone
Runnin thru my marrow this is essence that I'm carrying benevolence
I'm married into it I will be buried in
Love, shit man I'm

prices
You don't even have half the mileage
Weak flows from you demon rappers
On the track watch me pass by ya

Oh you think you flawless
(Sure)
Well would

flight
But no refunds if Alderaan is fried

Wonder why all my bars are tight?
Cuz I write raps while trapped in carbonite
Got the rhymes so hot like

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.

on the track and I bet it's dope
Feel it in yo veins, don't believe me cause I said it's dope
Give a nigga goosebumps, like his reverence spoke
This egg whites

Another nigga bites the dust
Shorts I'm taking none
Misbehave and get sent to the grave by the Devil's Son

Word, Big L the motherfucking Devil's Son is