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to coast. Drop fall and some figures

Get up. Get up. Get up. Get it out the mud
Stay down and ain't never gave up
Put the work in, all muscle
Press buttons

real good friends
Doing time in the Pen
Some dead in the desert
Parents never heard from them
I know people who know people
That work at the boarders you

ugh
Carrying this cross on my neck
Reminds me that there’s one on my back, got scars but I hug it close
With my soul it is well, living water in my

year has got me by the throat
How to cope
How to climb that falling slope
It's a teaching I know well
Wishing coins but no well
Fuck it
Soak in

tooth cuz I'm eating the mic'
Cut the heads off the snakes in the grass onsite
Repping New World to the death, and that's on life
Can't see nobody better

when I've matured, that they were paving the way
Instilling me with virtues and raising me up to now
Cos they were always there for me in that little

the slowest off the mark will often go the distance
and those that start the quickest are seldom the fittest
so can you spot the winner? this life is not for

Came here 1852 fled a country that had given up on me
Found a place to make my mark, work hard maybe start a family 
don't know why I wrote this

the lord my soul to take
Wen death come knockin
By the way,
I put the hustle for my shoulder
Cure the pain,
The music never makes me sober
Am on the way,

outside but I can make amends
Said what you on
Well baby that depends
How you really want the night to end
I can slide on you make you drip or drown
Make

Sometimes I wanna cry
No cap
But I cant cuz I'm
Off a flat
Ion even gotta try
I'm on that
Hear me when I fly by
BRRRRRAAA
We go stewie when I link up with my

fucking see my flow is perfect
If you tryna fuck with me You better put some work in
One chance to dance don't let it pass you by
Nothing funny You a dummy

before He started teething
Tradition, is now the old hype
Check that manger looking all throne like
Tell the King of Tyre to hold tight
Baptismal with

to the mark
Move them bruddas to the light from the dark
Old school days won souls in Burgess
Ten toes had to make sure that they heard this
Saved from

here that death comes in one every four
I say they can't get away with this but I've been wrong before
I'm looking around
Reeling in shock
You wonder how

spill their blood by my sword ill hang their ears on my coat
I'll set fire to their bones I'll block that sun from your sky
I'll never stop stomping my

one and zero we're powered by
Can a neural net work without a spine
A supernatural answer we're bound to find
I'm becoming a god and my crown'll

that they do
Because they have to get to work
When my ass come through
And if you spit in my food
Imma kill you dude
I know it might seem harsh
But I'm

of things
I'm hoping that they all work out
Until then I'm just chillin' with a pen
Droppin' songs every week and look how it all turns out
I was feeling

Methods N Test Tubes

Weerd Science

Friends and Nervous Breakdowns

inside the outside
In through the out door
I find I get by
Whatever works hurts but still with best time left
I spit with acid breath
You muthafuckas

mans work are felled by the devils craft

Damn the confessor, his name is barbed
With a war of sins that drip on heavens tongue

A saint that starts

niggas know what time it is
Nah, fuck that, I'm goin' first, nigga

You pussy niggas go and put this in your purse, niggas
Real killas, eh 50! Look we

so much that you're going
To use it to kill yourself

Can I finish please? Yes, Alright absolutely
Death threats against my children
- Star Parker

my
Black and them placs
Petite arson on the map
No patch works off my back
So I support it the substance
95 that's a fact
Huh, ye warrup my guy, poor