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all the Kila's and the ones who are empty
I'm not gunna lie stealing souls have been tempting
But most of them are sleeping like a narcoleptic

Ben

count
I don't wanna pull weeds out
Empty out no trash can
Find the broom and that dust pan
We'll talk about it on Tuesday
Developing a new smoothie
With

Full Plates

Canon

Mad Haven

2013

memorize verses, boy anybody can regurgitate sermons and I ain't even impressed by the ones in churches

Folk be tryna swallow more bible knowledge, get

me
Nah... but these devils never get tired of me
They told me that we fam, they will never ever get bored of me
We're linked by dna, we are blood, they

they don't think imma win so they left me 
Working all day now i'm lonely feeling empty
Don't understand till I make it now they get me 
Imma keep going

to myself
'Cause when I go out I feel like I don’t even fit in the crowd
Hidden by shades
Afraid of the stage
If the timing was perfect the league would be

splatter empty
Battle ready we gon' fight em back for half a century

Another day another body in the lake
Son gets labeled as a daughter at his wake

and embrace
From a grace I can't replace
Puzzle love in empty space
You fill my chest up wit' da bass
Escape from what I have to face
But you added to disgrace

you talkin' if you talkin' to me
I'm the man of the house, so I walk like a g
I might jump out the whip then go fuck up the scene
Bitch I live by

together empty out my dresser
The bank told us we had to be out, 18 I had to create my own route
I'm like I got this gotta get a spot campus is taxing for

A familiar feeling, the brush of flesh against my own
Sounds of sobbing, weeping, of melancholy, lachrymose
Surrounded by simple offers to help,

frail
On inside mother's womb, Baby braille
c silent scream, a whispered yell
By what could have been, unborn trails
Smoke spirit like embalming fluid

to see me dead, I am torn by borderline 
If I kill myself it'll be a homicide or suicide? 
cll my life I live with trauma, with anxiety and fears 
I'm

want to get in a fight
I want to put it to math
I want to live in your laugh
I want to get surgical
Put myself under your knife
A microscopic intrusion

That tend to blow throughout our lives at the changing of the seasons sweeping out the feelings left by misconceived reasons 
And i should have known

Waughter

Grand Agent

By Design

2001

ships passin
Rappin, no actual action
Now here she was live, all the way from back home 
Bodily counterpart to the voice over the phone
I spoke to for

unbeaten
So welcome to my home
To the cold forgotten peace I live in
Prisoned solitude
The place where hate lives in position
After void and empty

titanium, mixed with uranium
Crack craniums, no tamin' him
Live at palladium (yeah), jam packed stadium (yeah)
Many men, you're afraid of him
Once they

God bless the dead
I war with demons inside my head
Now there is empty space here inside my bed
That you missing from I went piling bread
And I was

out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty

relatives then came a
Bloody end to it, a lesson
In life as a Somali: death
Approaching from the distance
Walking into our lives in
An experienced stroll

Are you sitting comfortably?
RHYME FAT by JAEBO
Prepare your ears

Fly back
When I decided I should write raps
Like Mike Tyson realising he could fight

As the Rain

L-Burna

Thug By Nature [Clean]

2001

laws
Who would of ever thought Easy would fall
Now what's left to do got to chase this paper by any means at necessary
It's a hell of a load we got

the hell have you been doing all day?!
OK let me run this
You said that you're expectin' nothin'
Even with a hefty budget you'd be workin' on an empty