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who had a bright key, / And he open’d the coffins & set them all free. / Then down a green plain leaping laughing they run / And wash in a river

into the river
but by staying
Submerged in her
So kept swimming
Came up ether
Take the pain off your lips
For the sake of love
Baby tell em issa lie

a river
Lean on me
I can't fuck up my liver
They be extra
Just watch for the tippers
Want the money
Just move a lil quicker
Cut em off and just ball like

Gimme back my soul
Say what you want
I ain't letting go
Gimme back my soul
Say what you want
I ain't letting go
Gimme back my soul woah, woah, woah,

And it ain't personal.. it's only business Nigga
I can bury you & the hatchet, right by the mystic river
So start digging your grave, if your brave enough

And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it
After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious
(Fuck wrong with this nigga, man?)

sorry bout times when you was hurting in the crib
Sorry bout the words a nigga uttered in the heat
All up in my feelings all rivers run deep
Baby you

up on Elm Street
We get it cracka lackin' to the roast beef
I don't want war with ya besties
I only got brothers fuck homies
His body by the river

these riddlers more runs than relief pitchers
Puffin your mary couldn't remake or remix the elixer
We raftin on rapid rivers of ridicule
And gettin rid

Stay Schemin

Joe Budden

The King of New Jersey

a river down in Austin won’t matter if his father is a doc
Nigga! Feet dangling from a small stretcher
Convo interrupted by a small heckler
Cause the boy

reach inside my vest quick slash with my knife
You know im out for blood cuz that shit is my vice
Dump the body by the river, that shit will suffice
Ay

Deck me with some cheer
Miss, hello
I'm tall and black
See me now?
(Kiss my ass)
In fact
How bout your raisin ass
Go to the back
Cry a river
While I

filling up the sink
Let that lean stream run

Inflict me predictability and patterns we're caught up in
Consume me like the pills they're meant to help
But

hear the bombs and I hear the screams
Down here where the blood runs deep
And sometimes I look into our dirty faces
And all I want to do is weep

I'm

a
Name and waiting with
A bitch like try me, try me, try me, try me
And watch what the outcome is
I'm a mix between Heath Ledger and Malcolm X
Outspoken

will lift my head and tell me to never look down again
Because anything beneath me has been washed away by the River of Jordan
I am HOLY
I am STILL HOLY

the veins bringers of the pain
Chaos runs through our genes
Followed by Wilhelm screams river running red, it’s a bloodstream
What we living for, what we

These arts motherfuckers run around like they in Versaille
Whispers in the court, tryna catch the King’s eye
I spy jokers, jesters everywhere
Who

overdoing
no hope then I'm not coping
can't live life like that
so I'm back with that rap
get this weight of my back
just by killing that track
won't be weak

with an injured wing
All I want to do is drop off a building and sing  
But these wounds stopped healing the same way
Maybe it's cause I'm older

loudly and as vibrant as your spirit 

Don't clip your wings to tether yourself to featherless pheasants 
Soar so high that anyone who wants to be close

(Uhhhhhh)
Niggas say what they want to say just for all them views
I say that we can chase it up run up hell a blues
I said that bitch did me wrong hurt me

To cook 'em what you stupid?
Yeah this time I cannot save
You from your own fanbase
That’s like sayin' you run shit
With two prosthetic legs
Yeah I get it,

Mhm Mhm
Ride It
Ride It
Ride It
Baby want you to ride it
Ride It
Ride It
Ride It
Baby want you to ride it
I'm like bae I'm in the mood
I want you