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It's all no effort
Flexing on these niggas every damn second you know
Heart heavy I'm at the top of the world
Should I trust her should I make her my

Talkin' Karate Blues

Townes Van Zandt

For the Sake of the Song

1968

a nervous feeling down in my bones
I was kind of sorry I'd ever even come

Then a giant jap came through the door
He must have been about seven foot four

nose bleed
I had me so high, my brain was fried movin at slow speed
This thick bitch chose me and was stickin like liquor
She look to tight that

You're the lion and the lamb
You are God all by yourself
I just want the world to know you are God of all the earth

(Yoruba Chant)
Atoba jaiye majaya lolo

at the point of a gun.
I will tell you who broke the glass. It was me. 
I did it with my heart. I didn’t do it for fun.

Did we backup our world, our way of life

my dirt all by my dolo
So I never got a witness
I think I'm so sick been to a lot of clinics
I been working crazy hours I don't get no sleep 
Counting

ploshed
 The ploshed one? the same,
  ah boom
Who's that ant
that giant golden saltchange
ant magnifying my mountain
of feet? Tis Finder, finding

Drivin Round

Wu-Block

Wu Block

2012

use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")

Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'

deeper, lay heavy on my conscience
Just like Pocahontas, I'm torn between worlds

I lift my eyes up to the hills man
These fields and hills, Lord, all need

I'm putting on a ski mask
Ready to the take the heads
Of all the tyrants
All the sellouts and corrupted feds
I got no fear up in my eyes
I'm not

I just want to be the best that I can be
I can be
But this world is judging by my history
History
Yeah I’ve done bad but I did my time
To be honest

a cold life
Layered up cause I’m always ready for them cold nights
King Midas my saliva making gold mics
05 used to get my liquor for the low price
Hello

had to pay da cost to be da boss
Now my bread straight ehh
Fifteen for deez shoes
Just to step in'em
Pour out liquor for my dawg
Cuz we missing nem
I

the picture
How the fuck you using me for that fucking paper
All the things you do to me hurt my fucking liver
I don't need no company I just need my liquor

on commercials. But plutocracies
In other words a government run by the rich such as this one 
And traditionally oppressive European states
Force the third world

you're tired of the mediocre noisiness
See me spill the beans clean in the groin with this
I be the guillotine fiend with a giant list
And when I scribble

the boi
He has gangster rhythm
Doesn't seem impressed at all
By the mediocre mindset thinking backwards
Bliss giving ignorance to why we broke the law
In

of purpose
And about a hundred boxes from the liquor store
I wish I’d known for all these years
That there would come a time
When all my stuff wouldn’t mean

a giant/


Dark Days Ahead, 
Umbrellas haven’t dried, and all I hears my city cry
Mask on my face, Won’t turn away until the smoke clears from my city skies

the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier than-thou-could-be-messenger of God

Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks behind

and Goliath
I conquered the giant
So now I got the world in my hand
I was born from two stars
So the moon's where I land (I'm gone)

I will never say

the world my sanity when I dispose of those folk in canopies

I'm alive, the real medusa by my side
She abides to my third eye trying to thrive just

Antique Sandy

The Byrds

Farther Along

1971

her that I love her and I'll keep her free from harm
I hold her close, she matters, she is all the world to me
'Cause she's my Antique Sandy,

drive by 
Got a bottle by my side 
And a model in the ride 
Take the top off
Now we gazing at the sky 
Im a mothafuckin star 
I put a twinkle in her eye