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some ability to love but not to fall in love
I'm ready to give
All my existence to you only
And you are ready to take it all

My Spring

How the spring

Of dead memory waste
You can see it on my face
My smile is a chain link fence
I dare not frown for fear of what comes out
My smile is a chain link fence

lines a muscle strain
If you fall, then its my call on who to blame
My greatest gains, my self inflicted distain
I guess that's why I love a critical

nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why

ring in hell doesn't believe in pain
They only take from others and be receiving gains
It's like a road with some uneven lanes
I am not a being with

all black, can't be mad at that
I made it here, lost bout everybody but they made it clear, who am I to fear

(NO ONE)

(Oh sh*t)

Uhh, uhh
Uhh, uhh

Choppa wanna sing
Give it the mic and let it sing
Eighty on my clothes and I
Spend eighty on my ring
Wanna be like us, but you not gang

Waste away, I

cranium
Singing in the rain
Playing in the shower
The game it's mine
Nicole Kidman
I am to die for
Mr. Rogers
I don't want to be your neighbor
Not a chore

on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my

on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my

His friend it's his dream battle to me
Battle rap is street shit and you
Not make it up out one
So whether I'm standin' in front of the
Body or on top

Pay

Esham

Repentance

2003

skrilla, for rilla Killa, doller bill-a This trigger is not ya friend and it gots no heart So don't be thinking I won't stop yours Give me everything ya got

Thrive

Newsboys

Thrive

2002

rescued me
Lord, with a love out of mind
Oh, You know I love it when
Everyday I am rescued again

Over the years your nature's way
Is turning wrongs

my nigga Woo, get it on your door like it's Deliveroo
Or that boy we did it to, them niggas must be dumb
I got a couple businesses, but, still, my

in my head
I hope I can get out of it again
The constellations tell me I am done
From burning inside of the sun
I sit on my moon
Where did I go wrong?

shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like

shots from the
God damn three am I a rap god now?
I am whether you like it not
Yo words ain't shit
Don't talk just rap me out out
Rap me out my spot
Who

White Man'z World

2Pac

The 7 Day Theory

1996

nation reparations are due, it's true
Caught up in this world I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them, precious boys and girls
Born

approachin'
Niggas switch over the fence
Without gettin' lynched
Fuckin' with thugs, K kastro about it

Must be so so crazy
Bitch, I'll beat your boy bad

it'd be me
Not talking about Arceus, I got my own mean
Staying Eevee, now say my name backwards
Try to fight me, I'll make you whimper and coward

sometimes still a struggle

My lord, my luge, the only love that could be for thee
Could not exist, should not exist
And I cry out to the all-fleeing spy
I

shoulda read the post
They thought that boy was a
SAINT
Now watch the fall in snow
AYO!
Let's be Franklin
It's just entertainment
It's all entertainment
I

want me dead like Ghost
You shoulda read the post
They thought that boy was a
SAINT
Now watch the fall in snow
AYO!
Let's be Franklin
It's just

Fifty Grand
Kick beats like Van Damme
That fighting ass nigga? Yes, it's the B
I break with the bonus
Bumrush bums and bitch-ass opponents
Bucks plug out