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the cycle, break the chains, work your brain
You were made in the image of greatness
Fight like Ali, march like Martin, speak like Malcolm
Move like [?]

of Issac Hayes
And Quincy Jones
Reigns on
And the fat lady from Decatur
Sing the same ole song
Golden Child
Chosen one
Mortal man
Mother's son
Martin Luther

zurück!“ und es stimmt
Gott gibt und Gott nimmt

Wow, der Aston Martin läuft
Sag, wann hat dich das Leben das letzte Mal enttäuscht?
Wow, nichts zu tun

Ain't No Love

Big Syke

Presents: Kalifornias Most Wanted

2003

surrounded by despisers that's intoxicated
Cause all of us are gang related,
Later years fully gettin' there
What do we have here?
One day every family

I fear that it's all on my shoulders
to lead by example
conquer these boulders
one step forward
brings these coals back to smolder
reignite this

everything will be okay
If I judge by what I see
There's a reason to be afraid

I see danger
When I start to look around
It's a strange world
That I thought I

Featuring Kenny Martin and Matt Chase on lead vocals


You hear him calling out your name
You hear the tear drops as they fall
You hear the voice

Jason Martin.
Why? boy P, young G, don't show unless it's C.O.D.
On G.O.D., won't catch me ridin', no men's D.I.C.
On G.O.D., won't cross my bro-bro

use my palms as arms, five star dinners with prawns
I don't eat it but I feed it to the sweetest of dogs
Bodies beat by the lawyers when reaper get

couldn't care any less about
Everything that I've accomplished
What's a king with no queen,
A Shaq with no Bean
Martin without a dream
Oh the answer's

the shit is Yo, YP (jiggystopplaying) 

Yo
 I'm all by self myself, proud of myself report to my father, I'm proud of my wealth
 They ain't even know when I

They can’t see me, hope you feel me bro, yo yo yo
Yeah, you’re fascinated by the niggas in cars
I heard my dealer selling freedom in jars
‘Cause even

INTO THE WILD (music and lyrics: Martin Sweet)  I feel the temperature rise, there's nothing I can do 
I'm feeling claustrophobic 
I regurgitate when

RUST (music and lyrics: Martin SweetGabriel Keyes)  Blazing though the desert sand 
Under blood-red skies 
The world has lost its fight   
With those

REPTILE (music & lyrics: Martin SweetGabriel Keyes) 
 
A sinner 
Inducted to fame 
I walk on thin ice 
Leaving blood trails 
 
Burning 
The world is

life’s a movie like Martin, that’s Scorsese. 
I’m just being honest dog I kinda wanna watch it 
Watch me fly out to the tropics to divide up all the profit

WAITING FOR YOUR LOVE (music & lyrics: Martin SweetGabriel KeyesEric Bazilian)  She is left behind 
Out of time and light 
Nothing seems to change

patrick star
And I might win some people over with that flo rida

I'm ahead of this music game by light years
I'm the definition of swag bitch it's rite

Hey Martin, Play me them blues baby
Yeah like that, that's what I'm talkin' about
Silky smooth
Hey smooth like the way Taryn and I had to rob that

Rapujem jak samopal, dlho som na tom pracoval
Robím hity na drogách, ty si sa na ne namotal
Idem ako Aston Martin, do vzduchu jak astronaut
Žeriem to jak

at the round table with the millionaires
Walk in the label tell them this our year
I been on the grind o.t
Feeling like the man right now
Blowing kush by the oz

Sally
By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (who did it?)
Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (verb)
Xrp, we're tryna let

the bitch and I crashed it
Ain't pay for shit, by my own, I'm a savage
Ain't tryna beef 'less you droppin' the addy
Hit from the side, now she callin' me

prawdy, bo widzę jak patrzysz zza winkla
A prawda jest taka, że każdy ma powód, by coś tu przed każdym przykitrać (pow, pow)
Pół żartem, pół serio, cruisuje