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stop by for a while

Let's move on, that's what you said,
So I'm surprised you're still lovin' me now.
Cos I moved on with a heart of lead,
And it ain't

Overloaded
With the known and untold
And over dose 
Of blown
No blood from my nose
The globes inferno
Controlled in my flow
By the highs ive known
The minds

a beautiful place
Sky was full of stars
Where she was looking at
All the ground, under her hands
There were small, shining, colourful stones
She shouldn't

expelling from under your leather
Fuck your species and your genus
You should just gimme brain and call my penis the big angry genius
Limbs, I amputate em

give no fucks, I want him dead by this Wednesday
Funeral on Saturday, want him buried where his mans lay (bah)
I ain't going to step or doing shit

proceed? (After I'm dead)
Or do we lie peaceful as we enter sleep?
He's falling over screaming at me

Choke you pretender
Your spitting out phrases

acrid assassins after me, huh
But, I got the power to put em in my rhapsody
Pushing them over the edge 
My mastery drastically has to be
The factor

blood money
Some better than their own government ain't that the ugly truth
Uh, ya
Influenced by what you see on your phone and TV
Government motivated by

In order that you might lead mankind out of the darkness of disbelief and polytheism
And into the light of belief in the oneness of Allah by their

they're told
Green over everything this life is full of garnishes
Sometimes I just wanna scream at the top of my lungs
Feeling dangerous and anxious

it in your face, they ain't impressed with what your spittin'
So I'm used to under promising and over delivering
It's just in me to naturally rock

at the moon, how she reflects us
I can see my thoughts so bright under the red lights
Can you feel this breeze behind my neck?
Step by step it leads me back
Look

on layaway love?

I can tell by your hair
Say the main thing that you need, a millionaire,
And when you bat your eyelashes all I see is dollar signs
Now I

only left over scraps, by hungry niggas wit large hustle
So many reps with the bars I call my American car, muscle
I still get thru it when the road is

That's What Mamas Do

Jason Matthews

Hicotine

2008

dollar under your pillow,
When you lose a tooth
She'll bust down your door,
And drag you out of bed
Make you sit right next to her in church,
Wearing

her name
Well she was wearing a shirt that said Go Team
A painted-on pair of tight blue jeans
Long brown hair under a baseball hat
Gold earrings shaped

and fiends
That hide in plain sight in life's patterns and themes

Haunted by traumas you
Subconsciously bottle they
Run rampant macabre and masked in your

to station
I received a receipt
To the tune of Creation
And I haven’t paid it
Born in the heat
Life is a storm, over an infinite sea
And I have been stained by

assumption

Listen to my album and you’ll feel how I function

Cuz my rap career is vital and it’s under construction

But it’s just me by myself, all alone in

do I profit by filling my pockets
And losing my soul in the process
Keeping sin in the closet, with all them deposits 
and still living life stuck in

the book of Revelations
But you won't hear nothing on the mainstream news
Beamed down from space lasers owned by the Jews
Or the socialist media owned by

leaving soon
Second session within a fraction of a second
He’s sexing supermodel chick with no protection
Sweating driven by demons of misconception

life is a house and a 2 door
And go international, no stops on a G4
My lungs are getting darker by each cigarette smoke
People say id die before i reach

about the bad times
Man that was last night
Feel the beat and flash
Your yellow teeth by the black light
Suck down a strong drink
Make out with a swamp