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to shoppin' now
Here we go again, smoke up 'til the sunny sky
I ain't been to sleep since the other night
My baby know I'm always late to supper times
So she

to let the heat blow
Stay focus on the pesos.
Guns and ammunition by the caseloads
Turning street blocks into little Waco
Leave your ride needing maaco

Koresh
Bring a strap and a vest
Send your mother my best
Bring all your big guns
And your funeral clothes
Cause my rap's gonna feel like six Wacos
Make

as many mouths to feed
The goodies we had made
We gathered by the fire
After Grandpa went to bed
He shivered in the cold
A watch cap on his head
Do you

your break when you had least expect it, so you gotta brace for that mess
My castle fell and I'm rebuilding from this shit I got left
Brick by brick,

E & Anita Will)
We rise 
We rise 
We rise 
Surprise 
Surprise 
Surprise 
Unite 
Relying on one’s 
That’s by our side 
Break Bread with me
As we sip

fall in love until I say so
Surrounded by her box like a payphone
I'm in her twin peaks, call her Waco
I don't need a gps, I know the way home
Take some,

Grace

Aesop Rock

Skelethon [Deluxe Version]

portion canned
Frozen or fresh
Defies the glory of the Poultry or fish
Via communal bloodletting that rupture spud levy
No '87 supper-scape was truly

Chorus
Smash through the roadblock, it's a go
Mash breaks never that, that's a no
Smash through the roadblock, it's a go
Mash breaks never that,

the morning
Breaks up fights outside of bars
Takes her whiskey neat, her coffee cheap
And never liked her scars

Boy he's wrestled down his demons
Broke

time to break
And other than everything, everything's great

And other than everything, everything's great
The fool on the throne, he sure keeps me awake

still gettin' injured
NIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!
And when we reach a hundred million cartridges
We ain't finished
Bitch

time but if you don't like it
You can walk on by
Well I'm singing for my supper in this roadhouse bar
Playing three chord songs on my old guitar
There's

prayers at supper
God, I love her
God, I love her
I hope to someday
A couple more see you laters out by the cupboard
I think we're all gonna be okay
Back

Waco, Texas
I might possess flesh but I'm ethereal, baby
And I drink by myself, think by myself
But when it's time for war, goddamn we man up
Then we give

controllin' minds like Waco
Texas, Mr. Flossy in the Lexus
Super supreme, I plot schemes like Stephen King and

One by one, we'll start to subtract
And see

things are getting dark out I think need an angel 

Break bread with the homies
This the last supper 
time to get outta town 
So put the money in

The chilly winds are telling me
It’s coming time to go

In a year I may be back again
But the combine's coming in
Machine won't break for supper
Machine will

To the water Father Finlee walks 
Hardly bothered by the ten-pound lock 
‘Round his ankles, every step he takes 
Heaven’s angels tremble in his wake

Bendicion Mami

Fat Joe

Me, Myself and I

2006

her
You know she beautiful
Shit, I always love my mama
Blow holes through a Nigga if he touch my mama
You did whatever it took to keep the supper

Picture the last supper
And lift yo glass upwards
As far as real niggas concerned
I'm the last of em
Toast to this great life
Poisonous late nights
I

some sense of worth
Right or wrong retaliation repeat the song
Fight betrayal by separating for each his own
Forget your prayers they preying on you you

Had a bowl for breakfast
Maybe one at two
Sip a little syrup on a lazy afternoon
Shrooms in my supper
Acid on the tube
Hit a bowl for breakfast
Now

posing, questions no answers. Only break um when im popppin on the dancefloor

Live by the pen die by my pen now.

Loom Harp, Harp loom, hard start, hard