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em gas you 
Believe me, that shit is bad for lungs 
You ain’t Iverson
It’s never ok to play the rule of thumb, anywhere near where I present
You better

translations
Motivating hoodlums
Fascinating views from the bottom of the slums
Catching spirits with the Black star
Latching onto promises that are
Unreachable

the skin melting off of my face
Ravenator come up out the black mist ready to play
On my TV, evil shit what I live
Cannot fuck with all these people 'cause

Night after night I sit back and wonder why
Suckers would even try to dis a bonafide

One from at the mod side standing for black pride
Tales from

Night after night I sit back and wonder why
Suckers would even try to dis a bonafide

One from at the mod side standing for black pride
Tales from

We headed south for good fun
Caus everybody wanted some
Red, black, blue on the tip of our tongues
Caught in the cage but now we’re moving on

Don’t

Was broken & lonely if you know then you know me 

Going Todash from Black Thirteen

Reaching me from the darkness beneath

Dark Tower sought by

die someday some face it young some trapped in this maze im hung from the gates tryna pace my lungs/ enhale exhale im in hell excelled from purgatory im

with the style
City life and I'm makin my way around

And you know I'm gone, need some time to think before I'm wrong, smokin pack feel it in my lungs

contributing
So little to social progress?"

Blue denim jeans
Black Shirt
Leather Belt 
I'm free

Glitter in my cup
Empty streets
Side of trouble 
Yes please

nothing I can change
What's new
What's new
Is this my destiny?
I'm curled up on the floor
Just like the night before
I can't take anymore
I feel my lungs in

say I'm taking a breather?
I'ma smoke until my chest hurts, making my lungs burst
Get a transplant for new ones then fuck em up worse
My man's got

or im not
Black magic rituals you crying to the gods
Then Im a drive them to the ward
And set fire to your pops
Im the dopest niga movin
You bout to now

Like it's art class
She ain't got no morals
She gon' fuck me 'cause my car fast

Used to be black
Now it's Chrome where my heart at
Wild Rum, Lemon Pound

a ladder
I'll let a black cat cross my path
It don't matter
Cause I ain't superstitious and
I don't fear nothing
You're talking all that tough shit

But

the limelight 
We urban monks with vibrating lungs in 
suburbs and slums we get high on liberty 
fighting anxiety in this ill society 

Representing beats

Smearing a cold living soul onto some sort of black liquid earth
Drowning in a fluid with a mind of it's own beyond any control
The fight for life

lungs, what I'm smokin', yuh
Flexed up when a nigga hit the surface, yuh
In the hills so I ain't got no service
Niggas flexin' wrong

I swear they defeat

myself since
You threw this away
You were reckless and careless
I need you to see yourself

And when I awaken from uneasy dreams
In a pitch black room

The measure of a man
If you got breath up in your lungs
Then the future's in your hands
We don't stand for no put downs
Let 'em know we still fam
If you pale

don't mean shit
It could get tragic
Run down on his ass with 223's
He gone like magic
People they act ignorant and stupid
On that Black shit
I would tell

(Woah) , ahh, okay
Night-Drive-Session, weil ich Raum brauch'
(Swish)
All-black-Style, wenn ich rauslauf' (Yeah)
Rapper sind Kommerz wie ein Kaufhaus
Ich

Bukshot came and got us
Told us "shoot for their lungs"
Without a doubt we are the product
That can get the job done (The job done)

Into the black lagoon

to make them pure
I got a sickness in my lungs and I wish I can find the cure

Black night, skin tight, red metal stained my flesh and to the sky
Blonde bat