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Written by Kevin Tyler Deane (Deane)

Superheroes ain’t real
[But you mean so much to me. But you mean so…]

Don’t lie to me
Don’t lie to me
Don’t

who be blessed on earth
Listen, don't be coming round blaring bulldust
I can see the fake in you true bruz
Gave it away by your gait pattern
Tit for tat

Hustled hard
They rooted
I would fail
Raising up
My daughter by myself
Coming from the bottom
Now we up
Used to hit the switch
And pop the trunk
Lost

culture 

Building toward the future 
Collecting my chapters 

Holding myself hostage 
While paying homage 

To the most high for the blessings
Bestowed

against religious spirits
The ones that keep condemning them shepherd of The Most High
Sent here to save your life all my fears brought to life
The devil

'cause their raps ain't factual (ayy)
My-my turn, havin' my way
Yo, push man out of the way
Yo, outside, showin' my face
I like your wig, is it done by

little bro, as I give this lecture
Don't want you to be controlled by the pressure
But surely press toward the mark of Elohim's track
Ran towards him

Bulletin Britain

Thea Gilmore

The Lipstick Conspiracies

today 
Struck by nine and dead by one 
We all bleed red don't we 
No matter what side of town we're from 
We're from

And I was driving out of town

I used to get bullied by kids
That went to my school
I had every FUBU shirt that I
Could match with my shoes
I was skinny and awkward
I dyed my hair

send a raft
Spend a half of a stack on a zone of the pack
Then I go Al Capone on the track
No jewelry still without a doubt shinning
No skateboarding by

heart stop 
They tryna to block but Im shooting my shot 
I cant stop I just keep going 
Higher and higher Im floating 
Family first thats my culture

my head on right
Tell me to confess, but I have no regrets
You've got me by the neck

It's raw to my leather flesh
I gave my best away
To no one

our white oppressors (Bless you)
Got us believing in false gods and fake shepherds
Victim of police brutality, George Floyd, Ahmad Aubrey it's getting

Fallin'

Trip Lee

The Good Life

2011

Feeling like I'm watched by everybody in the room
Cause they know Imma fake and if not they will soon
Have you ever felt like the walls finna close in

to provide and shepherd my family

Keep an open ear to the word a closed ear to these rappers
Man yo favorite rappers is dope dealers all mines is pastors

I

ur dungarees

This my fucking castle, the shepherd and you a sheep to me
Keep it fucking walking, you peasants don't get to speak to me

I'm peaking

killing me)
Twenty two years and going to quickly
Miraculously I'm still here with you
Here with you, I meant by myself
Homesick feeling's testing me

Building an ark 
In the dead of the desert
My passion could never
Be measured 
I'll never be censored
Tell PETA it's leopard 
Y'all sheep I'm the shepherd
My

spirit in the air whenever it's good weather
In these streets I was asleep, now sheep, I follow my shepherd
I move with spots, yes this Afro can, I just

great money habits, the finer things I tell her she can have it
Life can be like a circus, live everyday with purpose, the lord is my shepherd so I pray

for what he did 
Went to the Emirates 
To represent all my deeds 
Now tell me bout passing it 
All my cares I never did 

The Lord is my shepherd 
I

everyday
I walk with him
Some people think I'm crazy when I say I talk with him
The good shepherd, I know his voice
He's knows my name. It written in heaven

do you feel me?
If it's built by design
Is it yours, ours or mine?
Does an-ny body feel me?
You push all the different aside
Until you're alone, not

by my side
I just cannot seem to get you of my head
Countin' kisses like a shepherd counts sheep
Every time I go to sleep
See your face cause every