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Name[03:32.01]As a cover for my own motives[03:34.19]And I won't seek fame either[03:36.28]I'll follow you into the margins[03:38.65]Because that's where You take

half the
Amount to fifty crowds of sixty three hundred people writing
Down the list of hours that I dreamed about you
I can't live without you, no I

be? We was team
I guess we got divided by the cream
Fbi ran in my crib, where I live
Snatched my wife, child welfare took my kids
Yo I can't live, I

keep more for me
I'm standin tall deep rooted like a sequoia tree
Asian chick slanted eyes lips like Kimora Lee
All black everything down to my Jordan 3

my talents to make the most of my situation
Middle of the night I'm layin' down but my mind stay steady pacin'
Worryin' about a million things outta my

Staring From the Abyss

Origin

Relapse Records 2006 Sampler

2006

You can't see the black abyss and you can feel no peace
Plague at your door
Death and pure war
A world unkind
Is what you find

Transfixed by

Girl, you know my style
You know how shit gets wild
I live the fast life, can't let you slow me down
I'm running through my call logs
And I see your

Sophomore year, they called me a clown
Junior year, I kinda felt down
But, senior year, now, where is my crown?
Quarantine came, and I'm doin' the most
Like

war
I ain't pullin' up with straps
I'll throw a bomb in your car pussy nigga
What it is? I'll bring it to your front yard
Where the fuck your mama live

The Jump Off

Luni Coleone

Mobstarz

2002

times platinum

This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin out the Jaguar with

Lives Matter and votes for Trump and Pence
My high school should have a Rebel flag out front
Not even a black kid for every day of their history month

a little cycle of this pleasure pain
Came into a point where we don't care cause we just numb the pain
Slidin' through the back door of a strip club, keep

might gun you down if they see you overzealous
That's the part life that the legends never tell us
Like Jesus hung with thieves, but was murdered by

to my side

You say you have an idea, okay I'll bite
Arguing all the time wears us down real fine
No direction in sight and that's fine for a moment
But

and started my day at 3am
Arrest effort and ban hope 
I try so hard to no avail 
I called Papa Legba at the crossroads and said “fuck it, I give up, please help

don't happen often 

Hacking coughing, up a lung on my own authority 

The chip on my shoulder gotta be gold it Opening up the doors for me

Money looking

of ovine obedience adherents... 
I experienced a live concert in Budapest, an odd 2 part presentation of Richard Strauss, followed by Bela Bartok.

by it
Hair tied back and bitches would lie flat
Slap their own arse, just beg me to ride that
Yeah, I probably wonder where her mind's at
I rap not for

love
I have felt so much

Some nights I stand in open doors, rain coming down, I count them one by one
I’ve seen the sky tonight, felt the promise in

yourself behind the mask
Behind that dark disguise,
The one that's hiding deep within
Those cold and lifeless eyes.


Chapter 3. Where is Captain Blood?

Leave my sweat on stone tables after gym class
Cornhole skills by the end I could teach a master class
Locker room steals so everyone locked up their bags

lives across the street
Just got a steal on your tv
The new guy in town from four doors down
Just got your shirts for free

Cause he pulls it off just by

the right call 
But you acting like my heart is three sizes too small and I don't know 
What I am doing but I'm not wearing a shock collar telling me where

Drop Yo Top

E.S.G.

H-Town Chronic, Vol. 4

Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us