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I just wanna make my music content over everything
Have no need for hoes and tricks I'd rather buy a wedding ring
Managing the battle with, all my

two sisters feeling me personally ( wololo)

Esther is feeling me shalewa is feeling me personally 

Is it cause I’m good two sisters feeling me

lass abhauen

Mein Ticket ist one way
War viel zu lange auf dem Holzweg
Trapromantiker auf Chantrè
Meine Miseren wurden zu Erfolgsstränen
Okay,

INTENT
PLAYED OUT TO A RIDICULOUS EXTENT
NAUSEATED VICTIMES SUFFOCATE
REVENGE IN FULL EFFECT
MY DICK POSSESSED BY A HIGHER BEING
CUNT , I REPRESENT

Aha, yeah, we live, aha
Pro Boi, Ill...
Ahh Yeah

Impetigo my vibe is highly contagious like a pustule
Hip hop is dead , I'm a resurrected apostle

Cleansing a Misguided Path

Psycroptic

Symbols of Failure

creation.
Only a personal chronicle remains.
Leaving questions unfulfilled; writings alluding to a distressed yet brilliant mind...
One frustrated by

a destination
I’m talking heavy patience
At the school just like a father figure
Mr Carter best the odds my nigga
Finish college but ain’t no scholar nigga
Came

All Pro

Big Noyd

Episodes of a Hustla

1996

5-7-75 my born day 
I reach earth, now i'm involved in foul play 
Ty Nitty 
New York City 
we stay right 
the high life 
flooded ice from jewel heist

Hook x 4
Sindrome Post Parto post di Pierluigi Pardo nel mio abitacolo
Verse 1
Non so come si comincia / il rap?E' pura forma d'arte, fino a che ti

eyes get used
lies wet coos

erratic trammels, slick, clenched monocles
the obscene chronicles, the condolence so chronic
spurting rhetoric ominous

Illogical
One drop beat and a mic man get Chronicle
Still do it for love do it just for sport

Still got this chip on my shoulder
It's  hard to get over this

Non strappare lungo i bordi
Qui zero spazio
Tutti sordi (tutti)
Non postare
Tutti i ricordi
Perché ritornano come i morti (tutti)
Io non ho un nemico

Can't keep my eyes closed
When you see me, better treat me like an icon
(yeah, yeah)

It's the brown skin chronicles
Working at the tropical
I dropped out

You know, the fate is always savager
Than just a kind of chronicle or fairy tale
The one and only, such a ravager
Took it for granted that blue

might be fiction, plays switching like audibles
So the main mission to stay scripting these chronicles
Bowling over obstacles, focused as a monocle

Siyahi jet or ye qalam Mera mavrik
I know this rap shit

Sune appun chronicle
Qalam me hai miracle
fake rapper chal nikl
Broke rapper minimal
Book sari

of Lords. Now don't be
Deceived for God is not mocked. This is the creator of everything
This is the God that cannot be stopped because surely what one sows

I-sss-aaaa WAR going on outside so much hatred, jealousy, and greed
Even the youth, lie, cheat, and deceit
Where we get off with these ways

* - originally appeared on Wu-Chronicles as "Lutunza Hit"

[Myalansky]
Let's get this money for real.
It's time to get paid baby.
Lutunza. All that

Clutch Swish
Clutch Chronicles, aye aye
Eye know my family matter
Eye live above the chatter
No need for chain reaction’s,
It’s a shame my own fam

Yes rasta
Di I a deh yah a give a thanks yuh nuh
Bloodclaat 
Inna di ghetto man grow weh poverty leggo
Big man u affi watch how u a stray deh suh

(Yo)
Por eso planto

Yo check it check it
Give me just a second
It's the young Mexicano looking for another blessing
I believe in good things but you

on your 
Children's
Hands,
Feet,
Necks, 
The Patriots made several attempts to muzzle  our native sons' chronicles from sermons to literary books
Therefore,

want em to(yeah)/we created the blues to get you through what you going through/when you emptied outta life/

Don't know what the hell to do /no lie I