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Show these pussies what they get for hating 
Hold that trigger and just keep spraying 
Yes you're talking to Satan 

Okay Satan told me to end you

the game
Realize you're not alone
Join us on this train
Used to be a ghost face
Everything you once faced
Now you just live your life at your own pace
Go

know how it feels to think the relationship is on the line 
we gotta make up our minds figure a deal out this time
 
Gotta figure out what's best for us

and Zach
Drive us to the beach
And get crushed by the waves
All that we had
Is dust in the past
I was fighting the tides
You let it wash me away
Add texture

what it is
Maybe something that you did
Maybe it's just the way you live
But I know I gotta have
For the night like nav

Maybe this scotch on ice
Got you

me crowded room eyes across the dance floor 
Too weak both of us always searching for more 
Trynna run away but we come back
Wanna pull the brakes but

Playtime's over, I hate windows, Matthias, you're going to suffer[00:11.81]Bullets hitting niggas, it's gon' make a nigga suffer[00:13.90]I don't

Yeah they retired, and i'm going for the power like a samurai
You're expired, you gone know me from the genesis to malachi
If you ain't the one who

the one that I choose
If I got you by my side then in life I can't loose
I really hope you wanna be with the young god from the Juice
I wanna see the whole

say,
Our artist DVS,
Has pissed off more producers,
And studio engineers, again
By deciding to come back
With this project, in a way
For which there is

broken friend of mine
And now Joni and the bottle
Got me swimming in that peril now
I was the salt they laid down the snow
I was the god they cursed in

for? On my knees askin', God I need answers
Look at you dead in your eye when I ask if you got any last words
Entitled, to my credit, like the end titles

or sacrifice?
Chasing massive hype till they crash your bike
After the afterlife is how you bastards die
On the block like, "How did time pass us by?"
Had

at ease
And it's been different since you left and now my bed is cold
PTSD I still get dreams about us growin' old
How you expect me to open up then throw

if the bank would let us
And here’s some thank you letters to every hater and doubter
And every plug who’s got my drugs to me no matter the hour (For

following trends cuz that shit phony
And I never ever gotta change for nobody
You know I ain't ever gon associate with Illuminati 
Cuz my fate in God bigger

Never failed at nothing in life except for your girl trusting us
Pimp hand ya career like the bum kicking the tin can
Lift the nickle nine it's a slim

can only pick in us you know that
Only as always said by me
When are you 'bout-
When are you about to drop it
Arghhh, Olamide is ready, so is the street

Midtown

Murs

A Strange Journey Into The Unimaginable

2018

Before Que went away for that bank shit
Before the hipsters moved in on that fake shit
I'm from Midtown without the gang politics
Jefferson

believed that
My desperation breading a beast
And i swear that you were the outcome

It us what it is
I'm down on my knees
And I'm begging for mercy
It is

places dont nerve us (ooo ooo)
Listen, not fear da infinite iz da first gate 
Then swim da moat da torahs headplate
Wisdom from all time is your kingdom’s

the turn
The inevitable turn

Roll?

We fight against the turn
We struggle with the turn
The inevitable turn

Hey, Debra
If you're looking for

Vengeance

Woe Is Me

Numbers

2012

motherfucking hell.
So let us open the gates of hell for the likes of you.
May God rest your soul when we are through.

This is our vengeance.
Orphan

Spaceotemporal

Cire

Adrenological

2003

Searching for something to help us through.
So disregard your biology if mortality is too difficult for you.

(chorus)
Keep on holding onto this conception