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cellie eleven years ago
He locked up still (Free Black)
Richard Mille red band
You lookin' like a dead man
Undertaker versus Goldberg
(Ah) , Pyrex, I wanna

story, gold, God, and glory

Huck Finn and Nigga Jim
Emancipated by a cotton gin
Roam like Cain, mark on my skin
Untouchable born in sin
Kin slay kin, some

Whosoever is born of God does not commit sin
For his seed remaineth in him
And he cannot sin, because he is born of God

Buck! Yo-a griselda by

claimed the jewellery
And the case against us was clear
For seven years' transportation
Right down to Van Diemen's land
Far away from my friends

Living life like a ground hog
Black bandana and it sounds of
Sirens and violence 24 7 no days off
As a younger he tried to be a pro baller
But no

supporting the businesses
That's owned by the blacks
But go to 7-11 happily buying their snacks
People working these fucking doubles
And breaking their backs

Bitch cause I got bars
Stop and frisk one of the
Best lyricist to exist
No guns on me if you touch my frame
I got a 7 punch combo that'll change the game

lives

Do you see what I see here?
Products justified by his hate
Motionless and unproductive
Seven souls will dance upon his grave
Which will be paid in

best now I'm sick
Fuck and I don't know what to do
Seven billion but not one like you
Ain't it crazy how we built for
Two years but it took ten
Seconds

seven
Infatuated with this Hell and Heaven concept
Planet Earth my conquest like
(What you wanna see and who you
Wanna be and what you tryna)
Do? I ain't

a little extra if I gave up
You could find myself like
Rottin' in a lecture at the rate I'm goin'
This baby's gonna be an adult next year
Yes, of course, I

damn, tenhle year (Ls)
Hodně fans, peněz, ale stejně to nezahojí ránu, když tu nejsi, křičim: „Rest in peace

Výhry a prohry (Ayy, ayy)
Výhry a prohry

my list, no family ties
Work, go home, shut the door, jump in the four by four
Breeze off in the night sky, come back when it's light time
Back again

found a body seven years ago
It doesn’t feel like it’s been long enough to live here untouched by that
But everything bothers me
At least if no one else

isn’t really anything left to do, but to wander back home.
So go ahead and take a leap of faith, because all roads lead to Rome.

Seven years and a whole

to be in the zone 
Cursed by my perception
Inception 
I swear it felt like a good year
Depression in the physical's a smile 
From ear to ear 
But never

on jump in the water with me.

She told us her name was eee-eee-ahh-ahh-o
She was seven years going on eight
We had our swimsuits under our clothes 
She was

Lay your hands on the water of mystery
Seven days can be a burden
A week is a challenge more than anyone can meet
And a year drags on and on, until

Di Prisco twenty four seven pizza delivery, how can I help you?
Watch your screen, idiot, this is me!
Hey Marv, nice to see you. I've just been down

I'm from where them young niggas ain't scared of nothing
10 years ago drinking tussy
Nutting off all in public
Drive-bys in broad daylight its

Sensitive

Brother Ali

Plays, Strays & Stays: A Rhymesayers 2018 [Recap]

2018

And I remember vividly somebody Tweeted Chuck D
And asked him who the best voices are, and he mentioned me
I did seven shows a week for like five years

killed by Ferry
Back in nine-seven, me and Laura, had her neck slit
Walking through, bended, I was plotting on the next bitch
Start fucking Stephanie,

Nothing You Can Live Without, Nothing You Can Do About

Mayday Parade

Monsters in the Closet

2013

What are we good for? I think you know
What are we good for? I think you know

In seven years only one goodbye that meant much to me
Down and out

Fuckin' hated school, I was saved by the bell
Ain't so different from you, yeah, why can't you tell?

Cash in, cash out, consider it dealt
Do this for