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two things, Time Away, I Was Here
Holy shit
Alright, Art Morera

There's no trumpet in this beat, by the way
But whatever

devious
The tactics you practice are dishonest in secrets so listen
You ain’t the only one here
Give credit where its due act right and revere
Your moral

real, shit ain't the same
Sent up to heaven by Evan
Don't need a strap, I got me a 7
Triple digits no 11:11
I be smokin', while you takin Excedrin

wake up i'm still in my clothes
cre you one of us or are you one of those?
Sudafed make a high swing loooooow
Get out of my way chump
Gang style fate by

the same love
Reek the same musk
Please refrain from
Denying who you are and be a brave son
I don't know I don't know I don't know now
Get the hell out of my

real people
Tell you lies about our book, that to us no one is equal
And on this holy land, we are its rightful people
Imagine the uproar, every army

Best put yo hands up if you don't then I'ma shoot
I need that wallet run yo jewelry and them shoes
Don't take it personal this ain't about me and you

on your bullshit's a hater?
You wanna succeed, you have to try
Or one day you'll get older and regret it all 'cause you can't provide
Your friends are

Zoning Watching YouTube, chillin' drinking New New,
Cup of ramen noodles, Loungin like I'm Guru
Always been a good dude, crazy what I grew through

(wrapping), you getting a present
Addressing the youth how I'm addin a lesson (adolescent)

elitist are leechin on kids
Auctioning blood and they ready to bid

be the one orchestrating the movement
Holy Ghost fire up in me it's lit
This that submit to the lord, resist the devil, and you know that he gone have

scammin so I'd hide the visas
Rockin these bands are you Carl or Wheezer
Lost in the SWAT imma call up lil Tisa
I'm crackin eggs like BPumper on Easter
Gold

I'm facing sum (fye)
Toe to toe, go blow for blow, this coochie runtz, not do si dos (nah)
We slid inside that double R, made bro'nem see that Holy

rise

"Lo and behold, I come to you, finally"

Storms are coming, from the mountain
Casting a shadow, on fate of men
Higher, fly higher and higher

Without the perm and the hat
But these are permanent facts
And now she throwing it back to make a nigga react
And I'm like damn you got a lot of curves
So

where my Lord be
No need to ask the pastor
You either surfing or drowning in holy water
As soon as I kept it still, my cup, it runneth over
I felt like

What the hell did I just tell you boy
With a mouth like that
How you expect to get any goddamn friends
How many times do I gotta knock some sense

The Land, the Bread, and the People

Ballydowse

Land, the Bread and the People

the measure it was given.

Holy Father we all want bread,
Both from heaven and your fields so green.
I know your grace is man's first need,
But I can no longer

saved we are no longer decayed
Christ made me holy cause without him I'm lowly
Now Lord give us your grace please to trust in you only
Hey Make sure your

What the hell did I just tell you boy
With a mouth like that
How you expect to get any goddamn friends
How many times do I gotta knock some sense

fuck her by the thong
You niggas think I'm dead well you niggas dead wrong
Bitches give me head on my salchichon
Pussy ass niggas hide in your rincon

pythons
Brittle wrists have a little grip
On depression
By dawn
Uphill battles will travel up to the hill I die on
By god, holy hell
Only phonies know

Once the hunter turns to prey
He's lost it all away

Please don't lend me more offense
By thinking I'm hung up on you
This is not about resentment
It's

shoulders unlimited thoughts
Nuts with the rhymes lyrics are sharp
One of a kind this shit is art
Running with busters and chilling with thots
You stand for