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Welcome back, thanks for joining me today
Here

Ya'll can keep all the rats
Legend
I thank the Lord for my blessings
I don't know if a nigga goin' to hell or heaven
Ha
Real shit, man
Pistol on my lap

it alive I thank god for my life
We made it out we survived through the struggle we strive
For more I'm climbing I rise
Now let's talk about the light

like I was still slangin crack
But thanks to the Lord, I ain't got a slang no more
Consumed by my music, hitting keys on the keyboard
Smoking weed

for the mix
Thanks for everything man
Thanks for the chicks
Love is so cold
Hoodman

burring the match
Lighting up the gat
Making shit mix and match with a batch by getting my brick house semi detached
Much like Michael in contrast, I'm

teleprompters
Pushed to do our damned best
Even if it kills us
Labor is free
Death drives a high toll if it's not
Insured for each arm and leg worth of clean-up

And everybody know say I di try my best
My brothers and sisters dem so happy for me
My mama no di sleep she dey pray for me
My girl di thank God she di pray with

is my heart's overcome with sadness
To be honest it was somewhat tragic, I was in a rat race chasing status
And thanks to the traffic I remained static

the deuce you really don't drank 
Me by myself ion care what thank
me by myself I done been thru the pain
You Kno that I'm Pressure 
Gotta go get to the extra

your lab rat
Somethin’ strange for some change i can get ya cash back
Go head, let me see you get ratchet
Never seen a ass that fat, everybody double

Ghetto We Love

Poor Righteous Teachers

Black Business

1993

Roots!

Praise for the days when I couldn't get paid
In the fix on the mix in the damn projects
Cracks for the blacks but I couldn't sell that
Even

See
I see
I see
I see
Got my team by my side
And we all lookin’ flee
Its just her and her friend
When we ready to meet
She gon lie to her friends
Cus

are rats im the snake, cause in the grass imma wait
And I'm surrounded by gorillas true to life killers that will turn your noodle to pasta to run this

Tequila Sunrise

Cypress Hill

IV

1998

and goes by, surprise!
My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency
For my enemies who wanna murder me
Eat the worm, motherfucker, while you

and compiled for days for miles
In the darkest pages of a horror's night
Through blind sight
Being pushed to the brink of no life
He will wander through this

The High Life

Colt Ford

Thanks for Listening

2014

Let me paint this picture for ya, small town on a Friday night
Football and a Facebook party, one post tell everybody
Win or lose, we're still gonna

down
Rather be surrounded by
These upside down frowns
But when it goes down
Best believe I stick around
I stay thru the nite
Til we see a brighter day

oh
Ose baba
Eh
Ose baba

Every breaking of the day 
No be me na by your grace
I will arise and give you praise
Every night and every day
Every hustle

they push me to my limits
Praying every single night
Cause id be damned if I forget it
(Thank you Lord)
Ya coming at me with your chitty chat chat
We

pulled out his laptop, laid down a mix
Intensified rhymes from the drums that played
Thanks to our hero, the cipher was saved
They took inside, brought it

never be the same
It represents the damned seed
Of how for me it all changed 
And you are the one to blame
Or rather, you are the one to thank 
For making

my head and out of the mix
And I got a few issues that i could fix
So I told that bitch give me my fix
Swear I just been stacking but I'm still mad

stepback I never relax focus
Blinded by the cheese, if we in a
Rat race then we bouta take over
New world order
And the cloth that I'm cut from different
No