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and throw away the key
Let 'em be like "you're dead to me"
Just another melody, smoking hella tree
Says she like the smell of me
Lost in the stars like

Colin Kaepernick, I kneel

Baby you know how I feel
So baby girl then what's the deal
Your beauty compares to a flower
Ima water so you don't wilt

Keep

in the bull wit my army
Summa 06, Summa 0 Sev, flooded it like New Orleans
Momma foresight had warned him, told me son be cautious
Had to get away, Im

Shorty stopped by for some weed and I scored
And I'll say no more
Listen son, Trump and Sessions hate weed session
Now the feds coming in your direction

jewelry on
Put me in the cemetery right there by the studio
I look at my daughter it's potential in that 2 year old
Looking at my son I think he ready for

lyrically I’m a problem
Bringin trauma to you and your team
This them vagabonds
That v a g a b o n d
Mob like the mafia
No stoppin us
When we rollin heavy

welcome to the slums
All you niggas insecure
How bout you go and get your crutch
Only time I feel secure is when I'm coming in the clutch
I got angels on my

for 
Look at my role models...
Who I wan be? Shakru 
You sure? 

Play ya cards right maybe you'll change your life by the summer
Young man you been

or I'm coming for your fucking neck
I know it's in my name but on this track I ain't feeling dead
Super Saiyan drip wrapped around my waist and by my legs

Jumpin
In
This bitch
We lit
Roll some fire
Grab the lighter
Smoke the room out
We getting fumed out
Yeah we tryna get money
Bullshit is getting tuned

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Yes Sir, I Will

normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what

know sey I'm a man
Friends telling me they get inspired
By my Streetdom
Inflation dey hit hard
For the land wey we from
Kwame Nkrumah might took away

working ain't no play
That's Monday back to Sunday
No rest but we do pray
Thank the lord I ain't catch a stray
My mama son ain't goin away but I ain't

Pervert

Tonedeff

Archetype [CD & DVD]

2005

And no little bitches get by me, cause I check ID,
Kindly, step away from the cock if you ain't got the jist to freak/
Gimme your heiney - it'll fit -

On This I Stand

Eyedea & Abilities

First Born

On this I stand
Two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops
And overlooking the earth as the son of the moon

death, no Basquiat, I'm sittin' passenger
Smoke dead opps while feds watch, roll it in leaves of lavender
Shed light on my life through peepholes, adjust

get away like O.J from the crime
On another thought I thought of a better line
Thought of it never occurred in my mind
I get away like O.J in his prime

Bimp my attitude
P dank crew, them my bros, my dudes, oh
And Sarah too
We've been through, all these ups and downs
We roll though your town
Shut it down,

dick?"
Crowd went wild, now I'm kinda torn
Mid-show soft dick, is my worst soft dick
I'm a moron (yeah)
Show your dick, show your dick
Whole crowd

that balance
Shake man's hand with my right hand only
Roll with my right hand man only
You know the pattern
Dad told me this was bound to happen
Cos son

it didn't matter
Only thing on my mind is vendetta
'Cause now it's four-to-one
He scared as shit and we chasin' son
Hit the highway
Doin' it up by

Been waitin a long time for a vibe like this
Alot of ya'll been doin it but not like this
Been away a while let me talk my shit
Been stayin out

my emotion this feeling been stuck
I ain't been hurt by a killing in months
I put my pain in my verses in blunts
Get off yo ass why you hurt by a slut

shatters
They figured they whisper the other day, about the son who was away to date
The whole store was spreadin', you wishin' the laundry would just wash