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Big drip feeling like fast and the furious 
Free all my niggas that creeped, that'll hop out on feet 
I can't see my little niggas for years 
I'm in

up under they ass (Let's get it)
Damn, Mr. Rosenberg, what is you doin' (Rose)
Been rappin' for years, is it still worth pursuin'
Of course it is,

they was locked by the Fed's
I told them shit was  going good but somethings wrong with my head
Depressed about what take your young  ass to bed
You know

Microphones and beats became my energy
My entity composed of the roses at my feet
Took some thorns to my sole but, I still feel whole filling holes, I feel holy

The Sins of Man

Sunz of Man

Elements

2004

This be the sinz of man. The sinz of men and women.
The tree of life. The tree of good and evil.

My mind sometimes be haunted by my memories

me as usual
I realized I wasn't ready for my muse to fall

I looked at the stone but instead of one name there was two
The years and names told me

The Glory

Flatbush Zombies

Vacation in Hell

2018

You see us as winners, when do we ever win?
When am I even good enough? Acknowledge your friends
Sometimes things get broken and we argue again

high, Fell low again
Here go time feelin slow again
More anger I'm holdin in
It's all good, I'll grow again
More bars keep on rollin in
Line by line, I

And that's on my soul
And to my family, till' I die
Roses all overs my grave
I'll go 12 years a salve
Before I let us fold
Yea

you since from the start
Everyday on my pen and pad feeling sad, seeing shit that we never had
All I know is what's mine is yours, for the good times

the word'll see the rose that grew
Word to my momma, to my father
I'll show you the truth
Just watch me do what I do
I'm doing it all just for you!
In my time

The temperature is sixty six degrees
Split that in half come up with two threes
Thirty three years on this earth just for me
Crucified dead and buried foe my sins

passes you on whether they want to hear it or not
Get out, How dare you come down here and do this
I’ve been here 14 years, I’ve lived in this town my

My intuition told me something was wrong
I could tell by the sound of your tone
I got the feeling you was about to be gone
So maybe I should leave you

Can I Live

T-Bone

Bone-Appetit! Servin' up tha Hits!

2007

the life I live
So can I live? that's my question, can I?

I shed blood, sweat and tears, been on this grind for years
I'm at the top of the charts, no

clear yeah I was broke for years
No joke when I woke I was froze with fears
Egg yolks in my belly then I'd tote my gear
My folks needed plenty so I rose

a rose that is blooming, keep watering
Stop the chattin' you waning my tolerance
Moving on up and I'm climbing the latter
Won't get misdirected by all

Nikes, by the caseload
But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos
Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos
And to slay the box

It's hard to be the bigger man you shed a couple tears
Don't let something you do for 50 seconds get you years
I know it's hard to let go it's hard

I remember when we spoke on the phone
My intuition told me something was wrong
I could tell by the sound of your tone
I got the feeling you was about

Good times and bum times, I've seen them all, and, my dear,
I'm still here.
Plush velvet sometimes, sometimes just pretzels and beer,
but I'm here.

notes like she on the voice
She got an attitude before for the flight
She ain't gettin' on that bitch like it is Royce
A nigga gon' make it, I don't got

feet
Kapeesh?
I defy the feat by defecating on beat
Fuck how you feel i've got an oral fixation
With spitting liquefied razors
So ill that they cut

wanna percent of my ASCAP
Tryin' to control perspective like an acid flashback
But here's a quotable for every single record exec
"Get your fuckin'