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plays on a whim
Learned from the best
Now there's no one I left but the man with a biblical name
Nothing compares to words that he entrusted with me, yeah

efforts  
But we all judge a man by different measures  Seeking different treasures  
In this dark web of different pleasures  
The master level can be

business one percent hold the whole interest 
In the land of the sick and the home of the prisons 
I've been building with my brothers now my armies a large

seconds for fifty bands
Tight on you hoes like span
Wait for my next one to land
Building a castle by sand
I am too black to get tanned
My shit always

seen
Children going hungry no honey in the land of the free
It's where I buried my mother scraped a living from the gutter and justice 
She can't see

back and you stab
But land in a place without a tag
Then you get mad and attack back by calling my music whack and
Attacking me in front of all your

drivin' out west, or driving mad
That's a brand new bridge, no way I'm crossin' that
You don't love the boy, you love that I'm the man
Ain't your last,

Mary-Go-Round [Music Video]

Rasheed

Hillwood and Hustletown [Screwed & Chopped]

1999

to me, stood by my side
I wake up and get my mornings first high
Other hoes wonder why they get no love
'Cause Mary got a big ol' but, huh

The Ruins of My Life

Sonata Arctica

Winterheart's Guild

2003

The land was then young, I was fighting for it like everyone.
Ready to die for the cause, for my King, for my Lord.

You were my reason to live,

I Rock the Gangsta Shit

Sawed Off

Presents: Kalifornias Most Wanted

2003

surive the pain insane to the brain
I slang cane so I can get more guns for my gang
So it's understood I do this for the hood
The land of the no good South

play
Be on by 8 and don't be late and don't complain there's no booze here mate

What a dickhead what a man
He doesn't get it

This is a West Coast band

Or isn't this whole depiction
A little more open scripted
Writing this in no order

Is how I can flip a quarter
And let my pride get its high as
My mind in

Our words are potent, words created sky and land, oceans and desserts, sunlight, and darkness
Words filled the emptiness, formed the formless,

This damned city got the better of me.
I freeze by degrees, cease to feel how my heart bleeds
 Til I don't know if I'm alive
There's no pity for

Now I´m a bag of nerves

The part of my bed you used to occupy
Has turned into a no-man´s land
A parking lot for fags, books, magazines
And lonely

I might put on Wikipedia that I’m the man 
Post it all on social media to get 'em mad 
I’m always fly 
I won’t never land 
King of the bounce
I’m

boys walk by chomping on their late night burritos
Talking about the girls they almost had
Least they've got each other tonight and they tried
Maybe next

Before I was twenty-one
My country sent me off with a gun
To fight a war in a hot and far-off land.
Against a people who’d never done me no harm
They

bringing it to school man was thinking I'm loose 
The terrain gets harder, gotta play way smarter
So we mask up cos where I'm from losing face matters
My

everything for New York

New Yorker in California
Packed Brooklyn up in this bag
I'm in Malibu with the Bronx
She's in Kevin love with your man
Kyrie needed

Don't wanna hold you back
Just wanna hold your hand

High on a mountain breeze in your hair
By the sea salt in the air
I'm gonna love you anywhere we land

lover, you sleepy gin, aint got no room to keep my love in
The things I do to bleed myself, if I can't have you I don't want nobody else.

Written by Grant

Divided,
Conquered by the white man
Against us united (Uh)
Greed seeps through the cracks
Infests everything black (Yeah)
Grass roots
Rooted in poison
All

to live
I was a kid
I was a young man when they buried him again
On the ancestral lands that wasn't even his
So, for you, I promise no hollow words, swallow