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So is this knife clasped in my hand worth a damn?
'Cause I can't understand why a man
Like you is worth a stab, one and two
We're falling down

the bartender we gon need more shots.

Glitch 
Just to live. Survive, get by by screaming fuck my life.

Leonardo
Yea I’m fucked up but im looking to be on one.

instead
I've put too much thought into music there's no other choice
So I feel bound to this destiny that's giving me a voice
 
cnd it helps me to walk

run-on no commas…
Mm-mm. See Don’s a sick man with sick thoughts I think dudes like him should be tried by a Black judge an all Black jury and the Central

go nowhere in life being pampered by others,
You a grown man with kids still staying with yo mother,
Don't be asking me for no rides and don't be

Mr. Flamboyant

The Click

Down and Dirty

1994

As a youngster I never knew nothin'
Just an inobedient child in the neighborhood
You know the one the police was always chasin'
Straight down and dirty for my

k gone get him like 2 or more
Who The Goat ain't no more asking say who The Goat
G The Goat you know Gway nigga he The Goat
See The Goat feel what he

of your life past by!


Verse 2:

Never take advantage of your blessings, because the morning doesn't wait for every soul resting.
cnd walking blind will

we play at the park
Because the switch always occupies the tougher child
My ancestors stuffed in the oven
So I know they're weren't bluffing about

(Got the beat by Powers and we just made a banger)

Uh, get your mans
If you switchin' up then tell me in advance (yeah, ayy)
Sticky hold, red

cause he do smoke kush 
So many fakes so bads and then many truths
The gift chose and it came in twos 
Sorry but I’m not in the goodie goodie zones
Real

of energy
No shortcuts headed to destiny
Ain't gotta cheque, don’t even check for me
You can get lost like an identity
My thoughts roam
My GPS is the pain

This is not a spoken word poem
This is a dubstep song
With no time signature
This is verbal wildfire
And it's going to melt your mind
And dissolve

Give It Up

Damu Ridas II

How Deep Is Your Hood

1998

-BRAZY, LIL LEAK]
One-two ?cannot buckles? in my shoes
Just right red strings, sportin' Dickies and hang
Joy riding off P.T.
And my momma call when my

80 died in a foreign place
Twenty-two in a bombed foyer, there’s 
Bloody hands can you wash these stains?
For the times can we stop this rage
What’s

To let a single day go by without asking why
No matter how hard you try, you wanna give up and cry
You wanna jump off the roof, see if you're able to fly

Ain't no one teach me how to be a man
It's in my heart to make sure
What I do can feed the fam
And if I don't
I feel like I ain't do the best I can

of our destiny
Speaking figuratively
Work well as a team
Though its bitter sweet
Two great mines still collide
Nonetheless you're my wife
Ride or die you

I caught your eye
Stuck in the divide of you and I this moment in time
Maybe we can exist all emotions aside
No lust no pride just open minds
Time

I Can Revive Him With My Own Hands

Still Remains

Of Love and Lunacy

2005

down to earth.
Fasten your seatbelts, we're going down now.
If love was a child then I've scolded him to no end.
He's been filled the nothing inside,

The Thing About It

Sweatshop Union

Natural Progression

2003

malls and factories
We risk take a cruel fate at a pace beyond gradually
No more crops for us to harvest and feed
Self-seficiency replaced by clone

don't see me rise
Cuz I delete my rhymes right as I fucking post em
I'm the poster child repping
Why he looked so pissy asked by covert
Jive motherfuckers

these niggas still alive (man, fuck)
His grandma do voodoo, this nigga a voodoo child (alright, bet)
Fuck it, let me do it, stand over him, it ain't no

my style is wetter than hoes

Than blasting H2O in the fifties on Negroes

Still, brothers of today are out to get it done

Don't call us Bigger