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my peace before I’m out of time 
Looking up to God but I never been religious 
Everything I got is my own it wasn’t privilege 
Grew up by the bridge I

Hip-Hop-Cracy

Cross Movement

Higher Definition

2004

creative endeavors made all things and hold all together
So that kick and snare that jerks your spine
Is cause God made noise work by design
So it's

Have the red beam shined to your dome, warzone
You testing my guys you gon learn
That it's fire, when you test one of mine you gon burn

Look
I'm killing

A made man
I span further more generation
At hand
Knowing Uncle Sam really can't stand
This outlaw
By far
So Avant Garde
Thank god
Paying my dues
Break

Battle Cry

Jedi Mind Tricks

Army of the Pharaohs: The Torture Papers

Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine

Then as time goes by it's like 
Have you got this
You sure that you got this bro 
Cah you know if like you know what I'm saying if you need someone

Oh, my, God Becky, look at her butt 
It is so big, she looks like
One of those rap guys' girlfriends
But, ya know, who understands those rap guys

(yeah)
Need go faster my niggas getting no masters(yeah)
Fuck all the niggas who send my location I run in the middle of god (yeah)
Nobody have passion,

and you all in the rear
Tell all the people that this is my year

Sitting in neutral I shift in to gear
Surrounded by angels gods who I fear
Hot like

to focus 
You 'sposed to hush for that
I sputter facts, you can study, buddy
Fuck the rap 

Really cut for that,
It was never a front or act 
Being something

of God and not the stratz of man

I never put attachments on my glock, I'm scared of fed cases
But nowadays I got the flashlight and the blue laser
I thank God every day for my food

The book of rhymes is the stash
I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans
You, you and you, it's hot right now man
Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll

Quit all that trippin I'm here for the vibes
Eat off the truth don't feeding me lies
Know you be fuckin on all of the guys
Sent them to get it thats

putting in time
No one predicted this, all by design
Feel like this realest in midst of the lies
Feel like I'm realer, than most of these guys

Really been

limited
The infinite, mind, my third eye, watches the ember lit
Burn by like fireplaces in december dens
A nice guy, but on the mic I like to sever heads
So

intelligence is on God level
All memories formed in melodies from the 70s
And all hail to all dinners and plates
And all hail to the cartels, and we out

sleep on the couch
It's only the family rip steven
I bet you the man in the clouds
Know you proud we keepin it up

Early mornin I'm feelin the pressure
I

Smacked off an edible i left the store
Make sure my signature ain't legible

ShittyBoy, bitch, I'm hated by the janitors
Time to clock in, man
I know you

I want a son?
My pops gave his life to God man that shit was good

[Shoota Ringz]
I'll give you the world, nothing more to say
I'm good at breaking

ain't heard you
I'm Kaine Wick and I fuck up the pain
See, GoonRich was my muhfuckin' man
All this Gucci I'm the real Gucci Mane
My brother died and I was

We played heads-up in a car in Seattle
God rock on the radio
You look like a superstar
And Dom got into Juilliard
And I'm really bad at heads-up

you for the Gift
I'm gonna use it to spread Your message
The real ones last forever
We made it through the Wreckage
The past wasn't who I was I had

Steal
I keep a steal rod hit chromosomes
Still
Standing still
Letting God take control
Woah
Too savage to be religious
I'll air it out reading scriptures