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and freedom by security officers

Yes, it can be said that consciousness is dangerous here

From the seller on the street to the people who build the road

snow)
We don't give a uh go low (go low)
We're never gonna stop oh no (oh no)

Hello hello
Hello my friend i'm on the low again
Oh they're not my friends

than Dallas 
I call it Huston the great 
Milllie just made mamma happy again 
Nigga stay outt my lane 
I grow greater by the  week I'm to the power of 7

everyday
Eje jesu clean me from the past and it's up to date
Made up of glory ogbeni no dey ever farawe
Once upon a time in a pit now i'm born again
So fast

grab the bull by the horns
Make the most of the moment
From the moment your born
Because, where do we go now?
What do we do to make it we don't know how?

poverty
A present, the world into which we were born
I say, I say, I say, what's the biggest thing in the world today? 
It's the myth that men are big, that

dey lied on me  
I don't trust no rivalries 
Only real ass nighas gon ride wit me. 
Spin da bin yea spin it again 
Bestfriend in a benz
Wit 10 of his

alone
Till you weren't alone
They would surround me and tell me to try again
They aren't really your friends
They'll back stab you in the end
They'll shun

knew,
That autumn into autumn flash'd again,
And there he stood once more before her face,
Claiming her promise.  Is it a year?' she ask'd.
Yes, if

The black nights in sadness
Afraid of what may happen
I cry myself to sleep again

The fighting and screaming
I'm torn apart from dreaming
No one

of a killer, Mr. fucking Grimey
SAS 22nd regiment limey
Born in a bar with my eyes wide open
Inspired by debacles since I came out the fallopian
We don't fuck

and Guerilla
Maab coming catastrophe
You get snatched if we
Feel you less than a man
I'm in a clan where niggas trained
To kill with that by hands
But they don't

underground
Ain't nun' better than alone
Ain't nun' better than alone
I'm by myself nih' and all that shit so...
Loco with a motive
Motor like a locomotive

Blunt Force Trauma

Dying Fetus

Purification Through Violence

of me, you can not know
What I am, I fucking laugh and
Watch you bleed

No expression, no compassion,
Born to kill
My instinct is your end, hell

Born again 
Reaching high 
One day I will fly
You and I 
Siblings in Christ
We'll soar beyond the skies
Yeah 
This is destined
For all love and mercy 
I

'you know a wise man once said, never judge a book by its cover, always read the whole thing in the bloody book shop and then decide if you wish

like the wasp in the savage lands
Sting with the poison of November born scorpions

The law of averages says we win again!
Hand grenade parade, we

bout nothin (nothin)
Versace, Versace
I love it, Versace, the top of my Audi (Chameleon rewind that shit and drop it again)
My plug, he John Gotti

Time is going by, slow it down to find myself a breakthrough
Don't get hung up on mistakes you make, it's not a flawless play through
Stay true

to like smoking with homies
But now I prefer getting high by myself, I don't know
Why I be like this, ay, when did I grow
So fucking violent, I lost control

really out here! (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)

Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
Fuck the same hoes again

Asking stupid ass questions like dude how did you do it?
The answer is real simple I did it, I do it, and I’ll do it again
And do it again till it all

a place called Strong Island
I have a rep to protect, epitomes I dissect
I was born in Brookyn, New York, but now Long I's in effect
(That's word to herb)

a damn bout my strategy
Hmmm
You know what
Just for ha ha's
I want to relive this story again
Back from the top
This was the plot
Born in warren
Half white