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the ghetto ghetto x 2
Ghetto London America Jamaica keep the fire burning

Chorus x2


Chorus and chant 
Kesho sama keho sama  kesho sama leo mia love x 4 tims

always burns bright
Helping light my path just when i feel fright
Your love brings me height not afraid to take flight
With you by my side ill never lose

died
Is so He can make us clean
Wipe the dirt up off our eyes
Cause we blinded by the world
Exposed to filthy lies
See our body is temple
Not

loaded cunt
Fire from the hip til it done
Met a bitch Ieashia by the pumps
Yuh She pump my gas pumping my gas
If she ain't got ass then the bitch fast

Death rides a horse of pale white
Tyranny reigns as the worlds collide
Bodies of mortal are merged with the throne
Kneel to the crown, or die by the stone

weakness to heal
Never need your pity, when my skin is thicker than your steel
Better pray
I was a Hollow, now I'm fillin the void with bloodlust
I just love

Pressure

Until the Ribbon Breaks

A Taste of Silver

another time, if there is another time
Maybe in that time, I could learn, to love you

There's a riot in the town, a wolf at the door
Pressure,

How ‘bout we scratch that
Our love is more like dog and cat
You’re the devil’s hashtag
We go together like a forest and a fire
Harmony like adding water

don't I might catch a case
Been through so much
It left me traumatized now I'm just feeling stuck
Love is a must
And I ain't tryna cry so I'm finna pour

on the mattress
Emotions rise, slow jams are banging on the tracklist
A year of love goes by, eyes turn to fire eyes
You think, why did I fall in love with her

a blunt, burn em, smoke em out
Fan it out till you fell the heat, yeah it's a cook out
Body swole, flexing every bone and muscle in me
I'm in the roll,

gotta live by one rule 
Remind myself every day not to dress like you 
Y'all ain't making no noise, who the fuck is ol' boy?
Big boss, I'll hold my

movin
Don't nothin feel Betta when my love is flowin ah 
Cuz they they keep checkin checkin 
Dem boys be flexin flexin
But we don't see em
Don't need em

is paved over
My pockets in pain, mow it, the grass, strain mower
Ordained by slain memories, Kang shit, Gethsemane switch to gehenna grimmer
My vision

She get man but she say she need better 
Prettyboy me I make that thing wetter 
She shake her bum-bum then I lick it like a letter 
Ouu man a fire

wanna do
I'm a make you love me when I'm kissing on ya body
No one is invited, to our private party
The look your giving me girl it feels so naughty

TELL

At the cause of scene 
Niggas start rolling with me 
I'm still in the pits
Ion even know what it is 
I'm Still on my way up 
I'm still on my way up

the feds
It wasn't me i'd never hurt nobody
I wanted just to touch up on her body
I swear evan is not capable of this
Oh shit last night
I think I was sKitz

right for bragging rights and not for no punani, your 
Body is your temple, don't go Fubar like Jumanji, or get 
Randy for that nose candy some think can

Oh, can you hear the drumming?
Oh, there's a revolution coming

Body aches, I'm bound in chains
Well there's a fire in my veins and
Can you hear

, bitch, I'll burn the fire

It ain't my fault, try me, he get Shmurda'd
It ain't my fault, toss a body to the Shmurdas
It ain't my fault, my young

[Kon Artis]
You wont last long like weed in brass bongs 
Just another fag on sum sad bitch ass songs
I shine sober 'cause Bugz is a soldier 
Beat

Make It With You

Hugh Cornwell

Wired

1995

It's like a rushing fire.  I feel my skin perspire.
There's only one thing left to do.
I see the Earth below me part.  I hear a gunshot

here
I left gold by the cervix the talent is rare
Niggas try to imitate but it's hard to compare
They come close but realize that it's more to the layer