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Stuck in a lineup for your daily takeout
Drinking your bitter cocktail and spout
How substances got our society eroded
While you cluelessly vex with

Kill Street Blues

Spice 1

The Black Bossalini (a.k.a. Dr. Bomb from Da Bay)

1997

Cookin' up yae in the pure form of a rock
This is how we clock, stroll up on my block
Three in the morning po-po at my door
I'm wonderin' if

of drugs
I told that bitch, "I need substance"
She keep sendin' me subs
I told that bitch, I need substance
And she keep sendin' me subs
So that mean I

mealticket
My niggas gon' slide if i feel widdit
I done came a long way from the ground up
That don't mean I won't slide over ground ground balls
I'll never

It doesn't even form a language 
You'll stumble across it soon 
A sharp pain in your ankle 
And you think you'll be over it soon 

But recovery is not

doors to desire 
5 forms of emancipation 
Find me melting ore 
Removing any extra substances 
Undisturbed by motherfuckers and whoever they coming wit 
I

The booty just bouncing all over my face
Life's dying a speeding rate
Told them not to be afraid
Clean air make me ventilate
Now we see how the corporates

Exhibition of the mission, different systems deficient in substance
Puppets sway with muzzles to the rhythm in the rubble 
Inevitable curse,

be full of substance rather than act as drains
From which a flood of nothing pours out

And I've seen men with their faces painted white
As a means

and partake
I know In are best regard
We least secretly don't want this word to fall apart
Oof all these young ducks
Easily pecking at so much substance
Apathy

No, no, no, no.
 No, no, no, no ohhh.

 Poetic justice, in a form that's rather abstract.
 Known for bringing substance, that's viewed by most

substance
Just participate
Uh
Bathi have some faith Fanz
You gon' need a plan Fanz
Just recording it won't be enough
Besides nani nibabhaya uyaz'
These are

of enlightenment
In the shape of the highest amongst my forms
No this ain’t my final
Beware of the God of the Quiet Storm
Thunder and Lightning strike the sound onto

virgin in the mirage


Condemnd to their indoctrination
Yours words have only sown contradiction
Now is reaped the raw opression
Whore grow up over

felt
I was fed in full-blown ecstasy
Over regular times, when I felt lucky to be alive
Due to the chance of this existence
It did rise from the ground

a purpose
Without Him in a firestorm
Without Him spirit is a shadow, with no substance or form
Jesus, O Jesus!
Do you know Him today
Jesus, O Jesus
Do not

form
Lead you to the water, ain't mention I had to throw you over board
I got a giving heart, I had to feed my sharks
Aye, what yo mama done told you

real life i can’t run away
I’m scratching through the floor
For the escape if you see me right now
I can’t function
Every single day a new form of some

their majesty

Surrounded by ethereal apparitions
Incorporeal beings, worshipping
cn archaic stone realm, presided over by a fish-king
Guided by

and again
It's the power of a woman, yes, I'ma keep it coming, coming from the master plan designed

by his own hands
Form in the womb of wisdom, grew up

saying I love it running away with substance looking at myself like you cannot be trusted must there be an excuse for every time I want to hustle its like

when you reject conviction
Repeated confessions for substance abuse and sex addiction
Deeper connections through repentance give him recognition
Be

cooper
So i'm
Bradly cooper
Except
I don't
Do pills
Beat it
If i did
I could
Beat
Any form
Of adrenaline
Perfectly
I was born
With gills
In this field

Radioactive

Downtown Science

Downtown Science

1991

to transform shape and design
>From liquid to gas, light to sound
To each new substance
Matter is constant
Not created or destroyed 
Merely deployed
As words in