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suckin'
You might've went platinum, but that don't mean nothin'
I'm actually buzzin' this time
Straight out the kitchen, I told him the oven is mine
I do

and
Don't worry bout that Wolf 
He on that Wall Street gettin his pay see!
But our melanin is our strength 
Keep our Mind, body, & soul strong 
Spirits of my

Yeah
When it's all in my hands, will I start to see
That this was just part of the plan yeah it was meant to be
Especially when following

Barettas packing Nina Simone’s.
My weapon is the words this Rosetta with Stone.
I be thinkin' bout it all when I’m hittin' the roach.
I be thinkin' bout my

F.A.B.L.E. we was getting jipped by these promoter thieves
Lord my life would change when I met Hadee
All this Chicago haters city ish just went out the window

Beyond the Doom

Veni Domine

Material Sanctuary

heart still pumping
But my quest became in vain
Beyond the doom
The flesh is marked by blisters
Beyond the doom
Love has vanished from the face

your own sins
Would have meant joining them for eternity.

Not my time, i'm not ready to die!
Is this really the end of the story?
Northern lights will

their sins and heal their land
Heavenly Father this is our prayer 

You are mighty to save (So we call on you)
We call on you
(Heal our land) Heal our

Oh What a Circus

Hank Marvin

Hank Marvin and the Shadows Play the Music of Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice

1997

today

But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without

Imagine if a sinner made it living on a prayer
Lord knows they hate us lemme tell you how the Rich & Famous didn't want us there 
Yeah, it took

like a cruise
I've felt at times, fuck the rhymes, I understand that we choose
My family's the only hope now, only prayer that I use
But the foul shit is

wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue

And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by

a snowcone
Put it down ya throat don't choke
This potion gon make you go loco
Need to keep ya focus on me
Nigga watch me fuck it up
Do you by the mirror
I put

the point of any walk
If you get nothing from the ride 

I'm counting all my steps 
A prisoner behind the bars 
I know the style is blessed 
I feel my name

& Whitney
They know it's C3 bitch I'm fresh out the city
My gun is so ugly my bitch is sidity
I fuck yo lil bitch then I suck on her titty
She off of a pill

the odds of black
People getting married
Probably tell me suck my mother cos
You don't know where your dad is
And I feel it for you
Just be the man

No animals were harmed in the making of this track
Produced by No Alias as a matter of fact
Like Bush is the biggest pusher of crack
Of whips on backs

feel like a drills on my spine
Will I be fine
Maybe this is why I started with the pills and also killing the rhymes
To escape the thought and break from

on a
Driveby, finger the cops
Yeah when they ride by (Byrdgang)
Squally, is what they scream, fuck it
As I polly wit' my team puff it
We on the scene rugged
Yeah,

nothing short than my mind body and soul
I see you clearer than this glass and it's never matter if it was smudged or even shattered
The picture of you

To help fix my flaws, & a lil money to fall
Damn I’m tired of hearin' that persistence is key
Make me wish niggas ain’t listen to me
Leviticus when I be

and your name is alive
Had to change with the tide and your portrait is framed in my mind
Automate with your face in the sky this is Wake and Def-i
Gonna run

like a pilot cuz I am a fly guy
Every beat I hop on is seeming like a drive by
Fly by when I arrive at the function
Show up when I pull up, I am such

dreams
My mama need me, I can tell by how she hug her baby
Fuck is a friend? If I've been feelin' fuck my brother, lately
Clutchin' my pistol in that