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overstand there are ghettoes all over the world
Some say the world is a ghetto, that's a truth unfurled
I see the universe by every curb
So I believe there is
read
In Man's City, there's bare jealousy
Man aren't United, there's rivalries
Hit the belly like a fat kid
Grealish, I got free, they thought it was
six days
Five Minutes, twenty-seven-and-a-half seconds
And if I've learned anything During that time
It's that you are who you are
That's right.
Another nigga shit
How you a boss on another nigga dick
Kidnap your mama and smother the bitch
Papi be on some real slithery shit
You a good kid, you don't
Memento, a poem about rape by Spicky Boy Bronx
Soy enojado, I'm angry, I'm sorry, lo siento
I'm trying to get better, but I got this memento
could play 7 seconds in heaven
Or whatever that games called
Seventh heaven
Seven
Seven
Seven
That's all I see these days
Transcending possibilities
Being
(Beeiyitch!)
I second the emotion you was dropped the clique (yeah yeah)
(Snoop)
Some of these nigga are bitches too
And some of these niggas look just like
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 I'm a heavyweight your a featherweight
I'm so fly with my shit mother fuckers adjacent say I levitate
When I was a bitty kid to get
Trying to watch my drum
Hice una vuelta 360 you
Should see the smile on mum
Enlightened by a wise man
I tightened up the circle
Certain situations
In
followed closely by the major ethnic minorities. Then come the Sikhs, the Sami and the Gypsies. They are followed by language minorities (dialects classified
I'm Henry VIII I Am
Herman's Hermits
(MurrayWeston)
- written in 1911
- popularized in England by Harry Champion
I'm Henry the eighth I am
Henry
shootings by women who's pronouns are him/his
I'm not Republican but keep it a hundred, they makin' sense
The most destructive ideologies are comin' from
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
the beautiful round up in the sky
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's at cock
I'll be carrying out bodies stiff as a rock
Carrying out a million dollars in my
the beautiful round up in the sky
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's at cock
I'll be carrying out bodies stiff as a rock
Carrying out a million dollars in my
divorce (talkin' divorce)
Said daddy was livin' by the fire, and he died by the torch (check, check)
I'm where the AKs is, we like the Bébé's Kids
Ain't
Isaiah
Isaiah Imari Smith
Ayyyee
Our second born prince
You know we had to honor you as well kid
Get it hubby
Isaiah Imari my baby boy
My second
Grey Clouds
24/7
All I see in my eyes
Grey clouds in the distance
So how the fuck am I supposed to shine
Too artsy for the cool kids
Too
fondness for pleasure
The third is the sense of hearing, with which cometh teaching
The fourth is the sense of scent; with which tastes are given
By
of all that, y'all are gay
I rep the Bay the only Mac's I fucking back
Are Mall and Dre
You wanna hit the beach on some Speedo shit
Pick up some little
nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second I swear
I will
nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second I swear
I will
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
leaving soon
Second session within a fraction of a second
He’s sexing supermodel chick with no protection
Sweating driven by demons of misconception
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