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i'ma let it go 

Brodie just died ain't no time to grieve 
Living by the code yeah it's tatted on my sleeve 
Ice in my veins but it's deeper than some

jail 
Or you early grave 
Whose gonna take the blame 
Better use your brain 
We all make mistakes 
Just be strong and brave 
Grind in sun and rain
Fall

"Lift your voice and shout the name Jesus!
Oh, I believe that theres a better shout in you than that
I want everybody thats ever been healed by

life is under the son
A new chapter of your life is just begun
So flip the page, rise from your grave, call on the name
So you can be saved, Jesus,

Horsemen Talk

Killah Priest

Priesthood

2001

to scorchin
Featherweights came with the enforcements
And forced the enforcements I'm forcin
And open the doors, let all the force in
I never really gave a fuck

got 1 track, hair line receding little gay fag

After this drops he's probably thinking by then
I need to pick up a pen and then contemplate Revenge

sons trust, We've degraded our daughters enough
We're suppose to be kings, we're suppose to treat our women like queens
Instead were shooting our

Skin Deep

ZOEgirl

Room to Breathe

2005

or enslaved
We are sons, we are daughters
Called out by the Father's name

So take the fire and let it burn
Unleash the voice inside
?Cause everyone needs to be

you got me but that shit ain't guranteed 

Sometimes I'm wit all my brothers but I still feel like it's only me in here 
Are you here for me or wat u

tracks
Air Force attacking the way I'm the One
Pray for your daughters and pray for your sons
Yuh
No I'm not inspired by no icon
I do what I want I decide

my rappin way to masculine

I think he super jealous cause my flow be type like Jigga's
And every time I spit a line I track In all the niggas

on, hum as we summon
The sun, son, some wanna see heads drop
Skeletons stuck in the bedrock
Every verse I write is a best of
Ain't a group track I was

a breeze, swear to God if she leave
I'll never care again
They aint really wanna see us shine
My son and daughter give me peace of mind
Had to tap into my own

Never Again

Remedy

The Swarm, Vol. 1

1998

by the devils decisions, forced into a slave
Death before dishonor for those men who were brave 
Shot and sent to their grave, can't awaken, it's too

the prudent daughter to my prodigal son
She's the resolute radio playing my mercurial songs
An imperturbable tulip in my shrinking violet bed
The enthralling

these thottie
bitches they get tossed in ditches
I want some sons and daughters
I don't only wanna go and fuck hoes
I wanna set targets and crush goals
I

Beyond the Gates

Possessed

Beyond the Gates

1986

of the past.

Unearthed the graves of all mankind.
Beyond dead and buried,
Enter the shrine,
Condemned to the torture.
The horror and pain.
Enslaved by

Im a stoner
When I smoke I get a boner
All my life yea I been a loner
Trappin on the corner
But now I got a daughter
My sons is gettin older
If you

Bought a trey wit him, he tryna make A track
He said he threw it in the pot, but it Ain't coming back 
The plug want 'em gone, all the love Has been lost

God already let her meet my son
If I ever post a car you got to know it's rented
Cause my real whip lowkey and it's dark tinted
I will never in my life

preaching? 

Fearless but not reckless, walk in any hood
The homies in the ATX know ya boy plenty good
They're on the block sending people to the grave
I'm

Caine on
Kill a track in a hoodie like Trayvon, go beyond
Normal brain capacity I'm outta my mind
But it's, designed like Einstein
I went back

like what you see
Maybe this what they call envy it look like it to me
I’m here to win, ain’t nothing but sin in these size 10s
This nigga by my side

and revelled
They’re tossing rings, I’m left dishevelled
Bled but wry
Some populace all prim and proper
I’m met by winks from knowing doctors
The brothers came,