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feel like a lunatic, so many years surrounded by bars I feel like a fugitive, I told the family that we'd be straight, we'd be stupid rich, cus being

De espania a Russia después pa la USA vuelos privados es lo que se usa 
Y como dijo el dany “la que se fue se lo perdió” 
Hay Dios you play to many

the kitchen, finna bake it
Seven grams in this wood, only right for me to face it
Finna grab some Q-Dona and hop back back into the spaceship
Too many bad

that mistake, gave
Him my faith go where He's leading, Yuh
They say that's outlandish but believe
In the moon landin
Anyway, this year I'm vampin
Drawn

on, even when you dress casual
I mean it's almost unbearable
In a hundred years not dare, would I
Pull a Pharside let you pass me by
Nothing like your

the addiction that
Many can't escape, too much drama on their plate

What a waste of time, fucking with my dangerous mind
Belligerent, 99.9% of the time
So try

years ago, a sword and knife
To my throat. High fever for my soul, so lightly holding on to hope
As to not shatter every gift I own to cope
My God speaks

many chances, uhh (so many chances)
Now your true colors
Are splattered all on the canvas (oh they're splattered)
I keep it quiet
I pack it all in these

ask of you
Kneel before me
Drop your head
Offer up your neck
'cause i'm the head collector
And I've a head to collect
I've ruled this roost so many

cigarettes up in my lungs
So many times I should've died just because
3 Years old Enzo bout to enter into preschool
Smart as hell I swear hes looking at me

Thirty years old minus four
Double O
Baby girl
Out the borders I'm alone still at home
How I'm living with my villainous thoughts on the top tube

P.B.M. ‘til I’m under
Clouds got me shedding light, my sound is less than thunder
So all they see is black and white, I feel like I’m a Panda
No fashion

Little Bit of Faith

The Hudson Falcons

La Famiglia

lovers, but they couldn't get no rest
They had one last chance, the odds were heavily against them, like so many times before
But you get to a point where

This paper gone make me paper
If wavey give it the pen touch
This stage of wavey life take it day by day
And make it influx
This bag running out

Foul Play

The Coup

Kill My Landlord

1993

Hope that you can learn this and one day sing along

A clearly cut case co-opted by The Coup
An expose of foul play against me and you
Sing it

My grandfather lived 91 years righteously
Gave his life to Christ to find the key to life you see
Inspired me and everybody who crossed paths
Hustled

Overrun by change those years can steal
And now he puts too many empty frames
In his lonely apartment he goes insane
From his life of constant action to now

so many friends, I don't want people around my place again
I don't wanna walk (WHY)
I don't wanna be about
I don't wanna talk (WHY)
I don't wanna hear

willin' the spiritual healin', will stop the drug dealing,
and killing, because I'm feeling like I'm ready to loose my mind,
so many bullets be flying,

wanna cop it 
But you aint got guap shit 
You had big bands till it's gone 
Cut I bought it (damn) 

I can make so many brothers go bang for me 
Thousand

Nigga for Hire

Hard Knocks

School of Hard Knocks

1992

personal gesture
These type of blacks should be buried like a treasure
So many blacks you'll burn till the day you retire
You're just another nigga for hire

Just like a shottie cocked, it’s time to go/
So many places to see. It’s the new Bonnie and Clyde/
So we’ll just take what we need/
I’ll take a couple

Today, I will walk into the Civic Auditorium
As a 17-year-old high school graduate
And walk out-

"Name?" The man's grating voice
Cuts through my reverie

The Nile River
Michael Phelps
cnd I'm swimming freestyle
Like a Gold medal winner
.. So many years and yet you still a beginner
[Finish Him!] Mortal Kombat!