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One Piece at a Time

Tub Ring

A Tribute to the Legendary Man in Black: Johnny Cash

2001

day I'd watch them beauties roll by 
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry 
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black. 
One day I

If U Wanna Know

Guerilla Maab 3d2

In the Mist of Guerillas

2000

they holding me down
But I'm ready to climb, slowed down whoa now
You can learn by f***ing with us, cause I'ma swell up
Your face and detach your jaw,

id rather spend time than by a wrist watch.
zip-lock keep it fresh. red hot chili pep. dread lock rosta.
I was high when we met, but I remember

a thinker,
she gold like the Aztecs or is it the incas
she call the shot and the shot be cunnilingus
she heaven sent on the x-box playing halo
wish that she

And

Proving 98% of the bars aren't hard
And the 2% are 

Are written by a non-retar-ded person 
Your bars won't work
'N'

That is why you're worthless that's

thru with no-brains, the black pink panther, young!
Skarekrow on the fence, they need to free my ninja
They'll probably give him the chair, like

show em all of my excellence

Fuck with lil shawty I know she a bad bitch
I got me a rollie now I need a patek
Two phones on my hip and I ain't even

and Eddy, yeah, the trio of dummies
I swear when DD fucked with Dexter man that shit wasn’t funny

I had VHS types they was the best
We lived by the Bounty

doors and swing  fours eat chicken out the box 
leaning in a cream rolls 
raised in the hood amongst hustlas and crooks 
influenced by the gees you can

to see me
If she get fillet, I tend to get fellatio
You heard i switch a style, I’ll be off it
By the time they imitate it though
You heard i’m in London

the front row screaming out woi oi, come along way from teefin dust caps
back, then I was a rugrat, fuck that, bare CD's in my rucksack, big black balls in my

to drive old black Chevrolet, with the rims on em
No gold, if it’s real, shed tears for em
2 chains on they neck, new slaves coming
Think I need a new goal

consequences just for playing with me
Got a AirBnB where she waiting for me
Get a plate of it all it took was some straightening
If you ain't came around by now

moving it yeah

I got the J's on my feet couple more in the black box
The threes twos ones like we countin blast off
Mask off man I got nothin that hiding

Switchin everything up from the game i'm a far cry 
Pull up all black on ya block like im darkrai
8 gym badges turn to 8 fucking homicides
hop up on  my

Blue-Green and Burnt Sienna and me 
The world in a flip-top box 
Scrap paper spread on the floor by my bed 
I used to do nothing but draw 

This

birds jumpin' (There's a whole wide world)
Black man, white man (There's a whole wide world)
Turn that coffee up, kehd (There's a whole wide world)
Turn

Overthinking, got my mind racing, gotta do it for my peoples, getting used to them commas
now cuz, being broke the root of evil, gotta get it by all

the Sagittarius A, prrr!

Little by little
I'm building my building 
I'm building my skill list, I'm building my feelings
I'm building my kill list
I'm billing

When you die they put you in a wooden black box
You are peaceful now there are no worries
The brain has stopped

Prayers will be read by a priest

You called me your heart attack
I called you my aphrodisiac
But before we met
I was a black box with a giant crack
From all the suckers trying

a whip, I take risks
Got a green box in the back seat
No first aid kit
I do road tryna get that
Fuck a handout or a set back
Two hands on when I press

Starling

Brave Saint Saturn

Anti-Meridian

Starling
Music and Lyrics by Reese Roper from album Anti-Meridian

Filthy bird laying in our yard,
Four chamber heart never beat so hard.
Dad said

I Need an Eighth

Miami

Collection of Dope

Man who got this
Oh don't worry bout it nigga just pass the weed
You're here suckin' up all the weed, 
Mouth looks like it's a box of powdered