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was on the ground and
They coming at you what would you do

I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by six
I'd rather be stone cold hated
Than give

a lot of words but they cut me deep
And the scars are clear enough for the world to see
But honestly I don't know if I'll make it in silence

all them bars prior, I don't even know him
I'm all over the place but I make it worth it,
unearthing a working title of the modern form of the bible

Outlaw

Bart Crow

Finally

2007

single, man, you never stayed to long

And that highways gonna kill you before too long


Chorus:


Cause you're always out runnin, tryin to get by

You

double-oh behave
Ugh! Can't believe I'm wasting my time with this clown
I should be on an island with a fucking model by now!
Sipping dry martinis and peeling

I got to Kansas City on a Frid'y
By Sattidy I larned a thing or two
For up to then I didn't have an idy
Of what the modern world was comin' to 
I

The universe was empty in the beginning of the story
So according to those of astrophysical glory
And devoid of the light always emitted by the Sun

Round 2 
Happening after World War 2 
Even the mob 
The mob didn't have no control ya know what im sayin
Over this pimpin 
Where it was found to be

sling it too
blessed your edges 
the scars and scratches could not be fixed by bananas, you don't believe in false promise
false prophets we laid in

by the first day of school
Now I gotta rebuild it like Istanbul
Ice on my wrist be looking like a crown jewel
Drip off the watch be filling up a damn

cops keep quotas up
Creating fake fears 
By circling the blocks
Will it ever stop 
Probably not as long as big brother 
Has the overall watch

Fuck these

straight
And act like i ain't even look at her
When my boys told me they wan help me out
I told em i don't like disgrace
When she pass by I'm like oh shit

too slow to enjoy now

Has your mind been obfuscated
By the modern life that you abhor so sadly

Today's form of communication
Is something I could

pressing buttons and playing war games   
Setting our beautiful worlds skies alight with explosions and blue flames  But they are just 21st century war

​Yes me, your humble narrator
Plus Boss on the fader, we're mere world creators
Crafting tracks from scratch so exact our minds match
Getting closer

now that mix is workiin'
I'mma start, I'm on my way(my one eyeball's smaller)
My ears got blessed by the(killing spree mode activated)
Heavenly

Chorus:

Father/Son livin’ on the run / just a modern day love story, livin’ by the gun /
Father/Son stayin’ on the run / just some modern day

Am I a Mellon munching goliwog real obedient uncle Tom
Fried chicken loving caffre coon minded Donkey Kong
Imprisoned by a false imagine playing in

Yeah
Let me think on it
For just a minute
See if I give a shit
Before I attempt to speak on it

Seems like the world has been running on a half empty

Am I a Mellon munching goliwog real obedient uncle Tom
Fried chicken loving caffre coon minded Donkey Kong
Imprisoned by a false imagine playing in

the third piglet
I'll never be outsmarted by the bigot
It's cool to hate on weird and different
He hates me cause I'm gifted
And choose to Rappity-Rap with

could paint a masterpiece On my paper I had no focus I was running into darkness headfirst cuz I was hopeless I Was lost inside the world for too long but

Indulged in all the fine sweet things
That the modern world brings

But none of this was ever enough
To take me from my light
None of this could take me from

Now small up yuhself!
And make room fi di elephant!

You know who crowned me the sickest?
You know who
The World Health Organization
You know WHO