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Race against the clock
I can't cope with the way we live
On the fray of death

Overwhelmed
Odd are stacked against us
Head held under water
Breath it in

by day the over under odds I play.

And when it hits I can never say
but oh I got you, I got you on the run.

When everything around me blurs
My hands

shot
And I'd be bettin' on me by now

'Cause I'm a winnin' horse, I swear
Let me be the one to take you there
Can't say it won't be a wild ride
Got

a job
So i think the fact you think that we can handle this is odd
I mean i'm just a kid
I couldn't picture raising one
And even though you say you ready

qui stop by et me félicitent
Je t'avouerai que je me sens plus près de Tommy Shelby que Médicis
Excuse mon pessimisme
La barbe et le nez blanc, le père

then it’s best to dial

And baby we can be at odds I’d rather reconcile

I’ll swap a extra bitch for one that goes the extra mile

How them niggas in

where you belong
Keep singing your song
Nightingale

Heartbreak tries to clip those wild, wild wings
But against all odds a caged bird sings
When I

on stand by
No competition my odds of winning a landslide
I serve the streets in two different ways both demands high
Put too much work in I found a dream

see me dead, all cuffed up.
But I survive off instincts by knowing what's what.
Never scared, buck buck.
Fuck you, tough luck.
Untuck and leave a dirty

of the walk, talking in syllables
Assemble with the ones you resemble
Free folk type notes, the odd lingo
Over the chin, was speaking you will remember
Way

Pink orange sky above the water
Friends by my side
Wind in the air
Never felt happier
Birds are chirping in the morning
And I feel alive
God its so

Pablo Picasso

Citizen Cope

The Clarence Greenwood Recordings

2004

And the cars drive by
Just so they could see her
And she never bats an eye
When someone takes her picture

Mr.Officer if you've come to take her
Then that

Playing with Fire

Exciter

O.T.T.

1988

We've got the power
To take the world by storm
Placing wheels in motion
Setting course for evermore
Breaking down defenses
Forging our own ways

Dice of Life (The Bottle)

Andre Nickatina

Conversation with a Devil [CD & DVD]

2003

Yeah it's a picture; yeah it's a job
Maybe that's why I do it so odd
Walk around just like I was god
Kick it so live, when I'm with the gods
Freeway

The Man Upstairs

Mac Mall

Immaculate

to die
Or live like ghetto zombies

In the house of the Lord 
I make relationships with Allah and pray hard
Even though I'm at odds
With what I know

Show of Force

The Psycho Realm

A War Story

men 
In battle we rattle the shadow of death no win 
Thin chance if you're trying to survive the grim dance 
When the bomb lands your odds for death

School
Split your wig with these bars, never might lose
I came to win, break the odds and even out rules
Broke dude but I always see God in myself
No

ain't just the deal
Why I'm in it for
My nigga pissed 'cause I ain't been to see him
I was in the lab
Working on my tape with Rich and Ian
By

rapper, rhyming in my own words
And I do the same thang now, twenty odd years
Spent up in the clouds with some homies that be wielding verbs
Like farmers

while I was walking by
Player, never ang'phuphi, I sleep it now with an open eye
I'skhath' as'mile baba, we gotta do better in rap
Second you every second

Subdivide the world  measure out the notes
Try to climb the pyramids of power
Calculate the odds at seven hundred million miles an hour

Pass

all odds we must learn from the start
That without you I can't carry on

I hear the sounds, it's deafening rings
With screams so loud, it's all I can

take it
I won't see you for a while
And I tell you how I feel
In case it's the last time
You know the odds, you know the flaws
It's all by design

and still we never turn the heat on.
prefer to put a beat on and warm up
by rapping and drinking and tapping minds thinking rhyming
couldn't get this good if