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choice 
Rip the beat like lion food
Red raw bloody flesh
It's all over feel the pain in your chest uh

I do it for the culture
I’ll be like blues with

at the baseline
You've made me lose my appetite for all forbidden fruit 
There's so much food for thought every time I talk to you
This feeling that you give me I

Remember nights with the power cut
Canned food by candlelight
No hot water in the shower much
Eat the same meal like every night
And I ain't ever going back

is good done everywhere. For a change, start by speaking to people rather than walking by them like they're stones that don't matter. cs long as you're

Stream
Beat: The Soul Beat “Walking By the River”
Producer: DJ Static
Verse 1 
Interlude


I was born with the umbilical cord round my throat 
Like

the struggle, we'd in took a couple losses. But no matter what, we gotta keep our head in the game.  You know its a lot of people in the streets with no food

lies to fool the eyes
Of those who don't pay attention
You live by the verse
You die by the verse
And if they kill me for it
Put my rhymes in the dirt

what’s next
Preparing for the worst, never know what’s next
I’m prepared for a hearse cause I can’t be muted
This is more than music
This is more than me

kicked in the door, found so much grub in the yard and seized it (thieves)
They know it ain't personal use, I ain't smoking food so they nicked me for

runnin'
I could fuck on your honey, I don't want it
Snow give me that pussy, she cummin'
In the trap tryna run up my numbers
No fast food, servin' them

changing the mood
No time for women Ian tryna be rude

Ignoring them Niggas cause I got the tools
I'm Chopping the block up they looking like food

I'm looking for the right direction

Poetically I'm trapped in an enigma
I'm drunk in my mind but this ain't coming from no liquor
Intoxicating

an angel for protection
Because he knows I'll use my Smith and Wesson
My pain and my struggle, it built my mind and my muscle
But the thought of being broke

salbutamol
from our larynx Jesus serving the healing word

Souls starving we bringing food for thought
Straight from the kitchen of rhymes Jesus restaurant

made by people in poverty
They can't cut me off like apostrophes
Said to the NSA agent watching me

My thoughts used to work different
Spectacles  circle

she bought your lunch for the next day and then it comes
It hit's different
Who gonna slap her ass, and give her kisses?
Nobody love's her food more

tax collectors for the state
And it works great
Can ya tell I'm irate
Cause two hundred bucks for a single mom 
Is food and clothing to keep going on,

yeah
Yuh, Check, Ayo

Being fucked up for years locked in
The box is not the goal
I figured out the flip
I turned a pot of piss to pot of gold
(I did)

hypnotised
Like I'm Shallow Hal
Working on your clit
Pussy wet like river Nile
By now
You should be carrying my child

These are all things that you know

visuals closed
Blurry look around the atmosphere & honey clouds of pros
Rolled by the wifey in the stylish clothes
Ride or die fuck with me i fuck with you

done turned into the sun bitch watch me glisten
Aint no victory speeches give me my moment give the glory to Jesus 
This food for thought for the masses

mix slaying them bitches down like I'm Freddy
Let's go
Let's take a trip to the past
I thought about being a kid inna streets but the streets weren't

the family (Family)
Where's the party? Send the addy (Send that)

If you ever thought JAY1 paid 15 for
A beat then you must be stupid fuckin' idiot
I was in my

just be popping them pills, wow
I hope that you know the deal now
Take food out my mouth and I'll kill now
I been ahead by a clear mile
Y'all just afraid