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FROM THE LUCAN WOLF ALBUM - VAMPIRE NIGHTS
Copyright 2004 Lyrics and Music by Lucan Wolf

Eternity

Never turn away
When I need a touch of grace

Artist: Sycosis
Album: Find Me When You Wake Up
Song: No Secrets (SDF)
Credit: Written by Erik Roberts, Produced by Shayar
Recorded: Pots & Pan

I been trynna teach em how to trap 
But they ain’t been listening 
Speaking on a game that they don’t know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal

in scraper spin it outt
got clown sum like a booss do
lookin like coo mo deep cuzin i coon (I coon)
Dark 30 Gold on premoo
off to the treman house

see them side by side
Like the ones where I sing wrong in songs that no one will find
That no one will hear
Just you and the fam
No album next year
No

back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids

Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By

another 8-ball 
Brother don't play me, shooting with gold plated 
Doing 'em no favors cuz I'm here to get mine 
Ready to redline, it's only the test drive

bangers
Cause bitches want to fuck a rapper
Gold diggers keep the golden wrapper
Repping South Cali like a Trojan
Use a magnum for the totem
Rubber grips by

Fuck the charts, I'm already gold
From my spirit to my platinum soul
Wrote three albums in the hole
Wrote four checks yesterday 
Got a hundred bitches I

that's full of burn holes
Tryna flip it to an album that'll turn gold
And then eventually plat
Remember back in school they were never mentioning that

Plenty fakes keep the gold in grill
Hopes low so they tote the steel
Pop pop till they cold as a frozen meal
Let me toke a hit
Let me toke a hit
I’m

rich and old
You want the gold
Tell them, “I’m sold”
Now you just sold
Your life away now they will slowly rot you till they take control
They’ll never

with days wey i they h wey i go faint
If you wanna hear the story loyal boy go play the tape
My album on the way as you they fell back in the days
We

cover like ten men
We're steady mobbin'
You're covered by children
You Kidz Boppin'
Your album ain't droppin'
Need a phone to cop it 
Cost $9.95
TWO easy

The north side of the city always got it yeah yeah
I'm rapping like this my first album yeah yeah
Dropping projects like there ain't no problems yeah yeah
I

Wario

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

Intro
So you think it’s cool to break into fucking castles that

album they await
When it drop, I dictate
When it's time to create
They like "who's your favorite rapper"
I'm at the top of the debate
By the time I'm 18

you wan keep gold teeth and your name is Kazeem
Try to give you bad name if you celebrate Qareem

Being H used to mean smoke
Now B H together means

for a album cover
Hat cocked & my bop made me a double threat
But my belt buckle & name plate made me stupid fresh
The cazals was glassless
And The gold

than your barber coming out tomorrow 
With a whole new whip n yeah I got it by the throttle 
Skkkkkrrrrrrrrrrr
Gone hit the the streets strong like

tryna
Get you up to my God
Till your vision's all blood red
Like you Cyclops
But the only way to do that is if your life's lost

By his stripes I'm

I want freedom in my contract
Every fucking album is my life inside a soundtrack
So when it goes down, you already know that I'm bounce back
Put it

chokeholds, and taser jolts
We get jacked for Bibles, dope, hope and rose gold
Clean, good, hot, dirty, paroled
Descendants of Atlantic slave trade illegally

I'm so happy, couple seconds later, stressin' 
And I'm begging you, please, don't get involved 
Like the song on my album, the message ain't gettin' old