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feel like a mob, whenever I'm in his presence
Devil be lurking devil be smirking
Stuck in the mud what the fuck do I say
It's like my prayers ain't

[Chorus 2X: DMC]
The wife, the kids, the things, I did
I'm lookin at my life and how I lived
Is it negative, is it positive
Only God knows what it

to see scribe and ali doing our thing but (its too late) yo, smiling at my face stab me in the back, its cool because (its too late) because im here now

Yeah
Another cold winter
This is a true story at least it's based on one
My race against time but it's chased by rum
Too numb to take the lead
Stuck

you, pierce to the root
It can hurt while it moves you and shock you to life
What else would I do ya'll, if I didn't write, record & perform songs

the borders is
Get your man Jerry
Man gerrymandering on us
And lawmakers are fake
And the state's slanderin' on us
They rakin' in all the dollars
By makin'

blinded
By all the things
Didn’t notice
It at all
I been
Thinking bout all the memories
We had
Sometimes
Now no longer go
Sympathy
Flash back ya forever

Rah, it's BKay you know
Yo Itchy, is that how you're goin' on yeah?

I'm a smooth criminal, no Michael Jackson
All I wanna do is just beat it

truest very own, brought to you on the third
'95, 25 comin' soon, ya heard
Word to my momma, no drama, trynna make commas
Yo, fuck the White House, sit me

Whatever we do
It's gonna be great

It's days like today
That I don't give a fuck
what anyone's says
I know that I look
Fairly absurd in grace,
But I bet
If

might as well jump on cuz um it'll be a shame if you not/
But I don't really care yawl can kiss my ring/
Everybody looking how I did my thing/
So tell me

I'm just saving my money u go to the jeweler to buy sum diamonds so u choke
I showed love and support to yo folks
Even when I was down, u weren't

watching
So be proper
Acting out here ain't gon get ya too far
No nonchalance
I'm not for nonsense
With things this tough
I'm really not one to fuck with

shut but tell me
What them hands talk like
Do they talk cash,  broken nails
Or them things fight
They be talking real loud
I back it up
On this side

esquina jamás ando triste
Only the real shit de lo que mi rap consiste
Si me escuchaste entonces ya bebiste
From the fountain of this youth motherfucker

destruction, that's your favorite type of art
Know I'm right beside ya
I'll never do you wrong
When things start to get harder
You still got my beating heart

Waiting all night for you
We got some things to do
I need you to come through (mhm, ah)
Let me take you there and make you feel right
Make you

these streets is cold
Best keep yo heat
Fuck niggas out here tell
So if you hit then you hit
But do that shit all by yourself
Then
Grind hard and
Take

the abuse
Ya'll must not be thinking when you treat me like that (ayy)
We could've got a bag and split that shit into half (ayy)
But I hear the words you say

Find it lost in the mist of the violence
Woke from ah dream by da sirens
Nightmares when I open my eyelids
Bullets fly dey pilots is it why there

too long my pen is screaming jacky
You could never do wrong the industry is lacking  
They be walking they be passive you could run it ya you active

Ohh Do you feel the same
I need you to explain if you
Feel a way bout how things fell in place
Cuz I pulled up to the show Ice
Took you for the slow

penitentiaries for centuries
What could they do to eventually censor me nothing "ungh Huh"
Naw I get it bussing
Turn The office to a mosh pit
Yo b**** gave me n***

And are proud of what we make, regardless what happens
Fuck rappin, I sing off key
One thing you should never do is dis Ali
Cause, motherfucker, there ain't