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the women
Whatever the title that fit them
My style designed to open a child's
Mind when I spit them
I only got a little bit of time
To really rhyme

to these statuses
And Spittin' like a wild proud activist
My lyrics like a Tibetan Mastiff
Fearsome but a little bit passive 
Turning brain matter

you all gonna see
What's it's like to be me
Feeling just a little bit off-key
Here I go again as real as it can be
Dropping bombs like Hamas
Rolling

on first (day) of the month

And they say that girls get older
Before us
Now l’ll tell you a bit about myself

I was confused in the beginning
When life fell

school that ass like St. John's
Some come get a little bit, hit hard like a rock
And open up the door 'cause I'm knocking

Ready or not, here I come in

trip we hiked down a steep bluff to an ocean beach in whipping rain.  My little brother's clothes got wet from playing in the winter waves.  My parents

When your tooth got knocked out your brother
Ain't even come with that thing
So how I'm supposed to believe
You carry guns DNA?
When you ain't even have

the d e a d l i n e dance on the flor
Dylan never gotta put the millimeter in your face
I gotta little bit of somethin that you'll never understand 
All

Show Me the Good Life

Exile

Below the Heavens

through they weakness so
I understand a little bit on how the defeat can slow
You so, far down that you meekness grow
And everyday gets colder when

places 
Hoping for some meditation
Rap here getting longer and longer
Find a way to end world hunger
All I just need a little bit money
All peeps say it,

I nodded at a sermon
Billy Graham barely got through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I'm not a bit ashamed of it
A rapier wit
Kept Serge

make you Mona Lisa little bit
I don't even wanna hear a little fit
Like his little brother he a little shit
And I can tear you up
Just like a counterfeit

It was a time back when I didn't even know sex
It was just a jazz vibration in a little bit of less wet
When I known that, like a gunshot could dick

of attack
Formed in a cell, written in stacks of raps
It's a contradiction living in a prison
With no conviction, under little restriction
Killing lyrics

Drake and 21 Savage, manage our way to the palms 
Of a kid wishing they can be the bitter bitter best 
Have our lyrics giving oxygen for every little

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Father can you help me?
Can you help me understand a little bit

Little bit counterfeit
I know someone in this room
That needs to hear it
Feel like someone tugging on ya
That's the Holy Spirit
Heart start racing
But

puckle, is this for real or what'll
I wonder who they're gonna use to save us from this debacle  
Some caged animals creating disease
Sounds a little bit

sticking to grapes
It's never gunna change
I'm livin' life today
I'm never gunna change

A little bit of red, a little bit of green
Makes no difference if

All Rise

K-M-C Y-O-D-A

Yoda Master of many hats isn't he?
Little motherfuckers like Leonardo Da Vinci
Bringing raps Renaissance with his pen

a little longer because he had just discovered porn
Oh no
6th grade, but naked women getting fucked across the screen friends been smoking cigarettes since

caps are like my lyrics gotta rap it well
And my raps is like a gift for you I wrap it well
Hustler to entrepreneur a little rapid wow

Why I feel like

lyric is a bit of my existence

Breathe deeply and smell the burning
The grave be calling
I'm yearning for something deeper
Finding meaning to this life

nigga what you take me for
I'm a hippie rap nigga matter fact
I slap lyrics on to mad tracks to get yo whole soul in tact

She say do I got her got her