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Find it good or bad
Fight for freedom not representing
What is this
Maybe life or maybe death
Apocalyptic crisis
There is a beast instinct
to teach
Us on how to be there, good or bad, you know that shit run deep
Blood that get in water, when it hit the surface, it's gon' seep
In the dark, blood
a send-off, start dippin' him
This light skin bitch here, she flippin' it
Come to bad man an dwan' talk 'bout lickin' it
Magnum, sippin' it, Rambo, grippin'
julia in the garden
passing by the window
washing as the light goes down
watch the water swirl the drain
tax returns and bad days
round the world
Horse trailers and truckers and old station wagons
Driven by women with too many kids
And they've all been trying to leave their situation
For
I been molded by the same Clay as Cassius baby
And I'll be the greatest even when I'm in the casket baby
Verse 1
A lot of bad decisions
A lot
it back
And these are trying times but I'll get by in my machine
Oh man it hurt so bad I don't feel anything
So leave it out
We're all sick
am a rhyming fine tune machine therefore
i'm steps ahead of your thoughts as a human being
i remember when niggers used to hate on the king
now they
on the stick, he did it for a brick
Drive by, that's two girls kissin' in the whip
And you know that Achilles don't listen
Stick to your head like revision
is, it came from my head
You say you're the pipeline, you say it's up to you
To me you're an apparition, I do what I do
Useless adding-up machine you
glad I had grandma's rice
You was wired to machine
She still phone me 'cause she had a dream
You heard what I done, how I take the scene
She still
Heads or tails
I'm shaking hands with all bad seeds
While I moonlight as a preacher
It's gonna be the end of me
I should be dead by midnight
I
the niggas that you inspired by
Come see how Play Dirty livin', we the flyest guys
We got all the hoes in the building, it's a firefight
Fuck pressure from
Captive investments under the gun
Livestock under the warden's thumb
Watched over by machines of no love or grace, keeping out the peace
Five
the dance
She love it when I rap and sing
Girl looking fly with the bad wolf earrings
Top shots playing the wall
Cinderella, she be working the ball
I
to find where it is that we belong
Comin' up... livin' life my way
Up... Workin' each day
Step by step reachin' for a dream
It hurts so bad it'll make
Hey you, were'd get that blues? In a juke box job down town
Say gee it's quarter to three - and she left me by the record machine
I know I'm gonna
Really don't care if I'm good or I'm bad
You pay me and I set the tone
Like a cancerous cell infesting your blood
They still haven't found me a cure
and fly away
Upon the flood of dreams
Tasting all the good and bad
From on the serpents tree
Little ones remind us of a place we used to be
Echoes
the gun-play
'cause ain't no fun to relay the bad news
Our sons and nephews know that cash rules
For it I'll never sell the soul of Ab Rude
A poet
and blood
they want some bad machine - not blessed love
they're stressed enough of ulcers and bloodclouts
grey hairs and great fears of what nots
I feel alone
the cabinet
My flow got quicker like machine gun Killa
Some mc's got hit even tho they weren't ready
Watch me wrap you up like a boa constrictor
And pose like
to Gunna, he's a snitch (hell no)
I got bare bad bitches on my- (ah)
But I don't give a shit cah they only wanna know me, true, I'm rich
Where was they
OF A BACKSTAGE QUEEN
OBSCENE LITTLE LOVIN' MACHINE
TREAT ME BAD, TREAT ME RIGHT
OH BABE I'M BURNING UP INSIDE
YOU FEED THE FIRE
YOUR HONEY DRIPPIN' MAKES ME FEEL
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