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not recognize

Many in the city heard
Their language from our mouths
Telling of God's mighty works
Salvation's plan achieved

But some of them did not

home from school
You got chased (Chase Bank) home from school
You was doin' ya homework and
I was bringin' home work
I blew at home first, tell my city

to protect me from care
Little cathedrals
Crush my magnificence, it's all I can bear
Little cathedrals
Anesthetic mist to protect me from care
Little

I'm livin' in a city, that ain't my home
It's a place I roam, from time to time
All the noises of the night, they got me thinking
This city don't

Brent do you ever stop making beats

Damn first class crush it told em' go and crack the seal
40k up in the air I still got problems and they real

I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side
I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side
I got a 40 rack in my pocket,

from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams

Die Wit Em

ScHoolboy Q

CrasH Talk

2019

Oh
Woo
Oh
Yeah

Got that .40 on my lap, I'm God nigga (God, God, God)
Hit that bitch from yesterday, she my nigga (my, my, my)
Got that .223

Tattered sails emerge at the edge of the world
Taut with the wind as the storm begins to surge
Forty guns glint from lightning on high
The thunder

about repercussions
New call
Talk to Justin
Stay on the phone bihh
I ain't rushing
Forty ball
Up to something
On hold
Till we crush em
Up a hunnid
I ain't

Uh, got the whole city goin' crazy for me, whole world waitin' on me
Way I been recordin' lately, I'll be retired by the age of 40
Can't ignore me,

the weight of a sentence
Feeling dragged through the crush and the exhaust
Hoping for some great escape, I guess I found hip-hop
Never mind I didn't know

The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat
We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow for
Judgment Day cometh, conquer, it's war
Allow us to escape Hell, globe

The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat
We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow for
Judgment Day cometh, conquer, it's war
Allow us to escape Hell, globe

clapping for you girl your worth spoiling
Like ouu
God leave me by myself
People are bad for my health

Riding through my city it's just Raleigh in the wind

and jam sessions became our churches
We been at war PTSD babies
Thank you for yo service.

Hook:
One time for the city
2 times for the culture
3 shots for

bitch, if that shit get to serious
He got pulled over, they repoed the glizzy
My daddy down forty, from fucking wit' Nicki
I told you don't jump in

Dead Pan

Aesop Rock

Definitive Jux Presents, Vol. 2

a right now generation murdered by the fan base
This is adored by the writers-Dead water
With a still force activated
No I'm not feelin' alright

Ridiculoid

El-P, Cannibal Ox

All Tomorrow's Parties 1.0: Tortoise Curated

like Jarobi
And most likely openin' doors with the psyche
If it's a Mikey, they'll eat anything
Starving but hack or crush anything
Not stars from

came through the port
Live by the code die by the code
so much cane done came thru this city we named 40th street Bird Road
Who made Opa-Locka? Who knows

They cannot run
They cannot hide
They cannot escape from all the anger inside
They will all break
They will all fall
They will fall prey to the people

poppin' (Facts)
Can't forget show stoppin'
Dope smokin' dope countin' (Oowoo!)
Three clap Surf City gang slidin'
City of the Crips by the beach (Go!)
This

After Dollars, No Cents

Master P

Ghetto D

1997

G lo 
Lay-low pro, get a Benz, too dope 
??????, gold Tank, crush diamonds, and mo mo's 
N**** runnin' from the po po's, hidin' from a lo lo'

Crush Groove
But who would have knew
These young dudes who used to be fools
Were moved by the wickedness of
The world and no clues
Now taking up they