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clapping like a cut sign at a regal
If yo pussy good put your hand in the air
If you got real ass throw that ass over here
Really pushing game bound to fuck

I know you're gonna dig this I have a dream that my four little children
will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color

a hand full of keys to the doors for the dreamers
So high school was like messin up laundry
Fuckin with a colorful girl by the bleachers
But
Soon after

Destroying Something Beautiful

Bleed the Dream

Built by Blood [Bonus Track]

2005

What makes you think that I would just let you walk away?
What's in my heart of stars to the way I put my hands around your neck
It's just my way

you're one of me (yeah)
No need to be shy in here
Put your glass up high, ching ching (uh)
All good, everything's okay (what?)
Let me see your hands in

Can you sing "By the Mark"
From where you're resting now?
You take the melody
I have the harmony down
In the mother of pearl beneath my strings
You

you spew it 
I'm like Harden when he shoot it 
I put both hands out in front of me 
Let go and feel release 

What you think this was a game

Got me on a sugar high
Baby you're looking so fly
Working up the nerve just to say hi
I don't wanna let this moment pass by
Got me on a sugar rush

don't trust bitches but I let her put that pussy in my hands
Learned in the worst way you can't trust these niggas
That's why I can't ever call niggas my

trust the most

Without further ado I make a toast
To myself but I don't boast
Let me read what I just wrote
If I have dissed you take some notes
Put my

Ancestor of Kings
Breaking Generational curses by any means
Outdated school curriculums was like a guillotine
Enlighten every step I take now
Billy Jean

Let It All Hang Out

Adorable

Shock Frequency

1998

buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin' groove
Steppin' up to bum-rush the stage
Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage
The mic is the teacher, to get

For those about to Thrash
WE SALUTE YOU
For those about to Thrash
WE SALUTE YOU

Open up your wardrobe and put on your vests
It must be old, worn

on the pavement
Wouldn't happen to some Earthlings
If they hadn't thought up surfing

Gravity has many uses
Once you feel adrenal juices
Flowing from your heart

focasing on the future
You made possible and how its supposed to
Be lived, ive been soaked up in tears
Ive been locked in my fears,
I put my hands to the sky

ab3da h) ama mo nyinaa
Cux we dey run 
We dey come 
Yede heat b3 tum ama kwan na ab3da h) ama mo nyinaa


Major Meek

I don't want your fake vibes
Don't

Wish I could protect em like Trojan
Don't put your trust in hoes
Knock 'em down like you bowling
Her boyfriend rap, I still her favorite artist
Shit

weed, put my brain in a daze

Paranoia hitting, like the front of a truck
Can't tell if they are my friends or opps
Mind occupied by the ones i've loved

Shoulda put your hand up in the classroom
Shoulda gave an answer when they asked you
Tiny dancer, we're just spinning in a vacuum

All is said
And all is

what put ya hole sallery 
 1 by 1 i'm Freddy on da beat 
 slew them son we ready for the heat 
 pitiful it is but i din't say sh... 
 heavy on da biz

Act tough get put in a tomb
Two tabs and my mind goes zoom
You take a few hits and your boy feel it too, oh man
Oh man, god damn, and I'm the man
Got

But I pushed through
Thought I was gonna stay like that
But I've started to shed the darkness
Anyone can do it
You just gotta put your mind to it
Get

So here I am bought to write your song
It's gotta be different from the others
Not just a story that's made up by me
But one that breathes from what

Back when the evening was young
The sun barely down
You put the moon in my lungs
I could barely breathe around
You had the answers in your smile