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to live
No fucks, no rope to grope, or love to give
I ushered in the pain, and harbored it
I lust to take the hate and barter it, but

I'm chillin',

our needs will be fewer
When we convert from consumer to doer
But of course no one will work by the hour
We'll just work until the work at hand is done

My brothers on the grind we working hard so we can live free
Legacy a paradigm clean it like I'm iodine
Surgical to cut up on a beat with every peace

I rose to large drug dealin from petty robbin 

[Supreme] 
Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin brothers for ransom 
Operation generation

the good times go..)
You see the world so narrow that you have no guts to swallow
that the world changes around us all
There´s nothing more to see
...without

Guilty from the womb you were torn
They kept you illequipped and uninformed. United we stand with hand in form
Delusion of those who proffer scorn

kill the game no cheat codes
I do not play on the beat Hoe
I heard your baine gives deep throat
Wardrobe is looking like a freak show
Every other day

walking through, music starting, fancy goon, it's about me, not about you, shit who new, let us through, a cute lil toon, shorty got her ass hanging out

circle never sounds square any go-round
Amy each LP, I got the speech healthy
I'm doing magic tricks with the
Hand they dealt me ‘Cause I take fan bases
I

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

no equal piece of puzzle, hope God'll give us the mic
Ain't no sequel to this puzzle, I gotta give us the life
Wow, they say the Bugatti went up in

Legend of the U.S.S. Titanic

Jaime Brockett

Remember the Wind and the Rain

of money.

Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist, 
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession 
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by

the penny drops

Yeah, I'm a wordsmith with a black heart
Got trouble making bright art
Figure out where time starts
To take the course of life by both hands

tattoos

Do not  act rash boy your life is hanging by a thread 
You get two strikes on the third filleting you instead 
Thunderclap flash, zenny stance

my hands bleed
Only got my word and my bars
Swear on my canteen man if I punch lines
I'll show you hand speed
I will do a Strickland Banks before I

Hands in the Air

Ambassador

Christology in Laymans Terms

1999

sing to the only acceptable offering
All things reconciled by His death on the cross beam
With blood that was clean, and blood that "ca-ching!"
He

With my Spanish girl, Valeria
Super freaky but she acting diva
And all she wants to do is tease a boy that’s
Why she give me neck kisses
When I'm

Life forever i'm now over a year clean
And I'm so grateful for that
I think passion is good because
It motivates you and it
Gives you the drive that you

ain't bout that life
Becoming the coldest nigga out of
Every nigga that I know
You ain't 'bout that life
And I made my fans my
Foe's shaking hands

I know that both of us killin the game, and we busy but I will not live on the run, I hit  your celly , you tell me you ready for me to come through

named the broad a Doja Cat
Bet your brows just raised 
I guess you look for me 
Flow so dirty how 
How I wipe the record clean
Martin Luther King 
How I

and made a getaway
Urban legend shit, just call us Candyman and Leatherface
If you wanna play, we can play, meet my little friend
My blicky just like Chucky,

Damn
…
What a life this is, 
Like companion, it went from the pos to the negative, 
I have so much to give,
Yet so little to gain, 
Squeaky clean

their weapons ready to shoot
Over the bullhorn I can hear them say
Come out with your hands raised
I did exactly that but then I broke and made them give

by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening