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drove, Lola's baon for my lunch, we were all
Home for every dinner you could hear Quezon when we'd eat but it was
In one ear out the other had no Tagalog

You think you
(Dirty, dirty)
Yeah

First time I heard this beat 
I knew I had to do it dirty
I caught these niggas with all these birds 
I

You should know by heart
That the nakedness of any girl
Doesn't mean 
That you're a man

You make plans in your room
Driving with testosterone
And it

Complaints drowned by the music
Playing DJ Lag, Dlala Thukzin
He started rushing with the audience
We were crushed in like accordions
My lungs want wind but

mouthpiece, bet it up
I'm charged up in my lane like a Tesla
I paused up on the game, then I leveled up
All pressure on you lames, I'm a pressure cuff
I don't

Can't hear what you say
I don't care anyway
Are you even talking straight to me
I can't see
By the way who are you
To judge what I do
You really

grace is a gift that can't be earned
But ooh, You give it anyway I've learned
Oh ooh

I was blinded by the light from above 
You were singin' like a drunken dove 
Flyin' fast through the pourin' rain
Don't deny what you can't explain

Don't be

Don't be confused by the numbers and views
I hear a lot of me, I know you hear it too
It's cool, I pay attention too, I get it
The downside

Spent the morning cleaning my room
In the hope you'd ask to see it soon

Let's pretend it's our birthdays
Separated by a couple of years,

Do you know her name?
Do you ever wonder what she's thinking?
I love the way I have her all in my mind
Sweet and cherished by her man and country
One

Memoirs of you a young nigga
DJ Slique, Doe Boy
Injayam Volume two

By the stoep with the troops and we shining my nigga
Just like diamonds my nigga

here, too close last year
But it all ends anyway

Cause you're always on my mind
Cause you're always on my mind, mama
Cause you're always on my mind 
Yeah

Let the Good Times Roll (Nickel Bag)

The Arabian Prince

Brother Arab

1989

roll

Rollin down the streets you might get jacked
By another brother ... why is that?
Critics always puttin' the blame on the gangs of society
It

Feeling fine till the morning comes and breaks down the door
By that time we won't care anyway
Cos' you can't have too much of a good thing
In the company

you want to dance with me?
Fly to Spain and disagree
About the World Cup referees? Ooo

St. Eliza, what the hell
Running down to the doorbell
Is it

They want me chained away
Keep up the pace onna way
All on my shit anyway
Wipe the fuckin tears away
Fuck it up go all the way
Motherfucker back away I

One night, one of the darkest nights, Death came by his bedside. Maybe it was just a dream, we'll never know, but anyway he came by and whispered in

Sidestepping the cracks in the pavement you 
Couldn't be bothered by anyway 

Slowly stirring the pot in hopes 
Something good will 

Come down, I

think, I want you to know
Everything about me
But do I know myself
I've been trying to figure it out

I don't hate myself
I've just been empty for a while

Hit the right and
Find this motherfucker
Give her rough sex
Anyway she wants it
But then she acting suspect
Changing up the subject
Stories that don't

MicrO'Draco, this bitch kickin' lead
Niggas steady walkin' by, niggas lookin' scared
But you can look me in my eye and you can tell you dead
A nigga better not

hand speeds by
"I can see you want to help
But I'll never give you time"

Take a bite, there's only one way to see inside
Your only other option is

Dear Good Religion
Where did you go?
Why have you fallen far into oblivion?

Dear Good Religion
I guess it's all the crimes
And all the forced