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It's that nigga, Haze, and you know I got the Glock
If niggas pull up on me, then you know I'm shootin' shots like Curry
Please don't get your mans

Voices

Mystik Journeymen

Worldwide Underground

1999

that you just don't understand 
The meanest mug in the club, don't make yo' ass the man 
Now if you want to be a fan then that's fine 
But all I

show
He served for his country he went to the war
He told me to kill it and spit from the core
He wanna hear more
Of that lyrical spiritual miracle
Here

One of my patnas got swole
Doin pull-ups on that beam
I was eighteen
Skinny man dippin in pools
Wife beater over my jeans
Muscles so weak
Desert land

Yeah it's that time again
Where we link up for a night of romance
Just you and I looking up at the sky
Lying side by side with our toes in the sand

Jesus is the only way, the only truth, the only light
Died for my salvation, by grace He gives me eternal life
He's my protection so my enemies, they

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divided by them drugs we do
A trap that we all stand in side by side but still have not a clue
Decided by the substandard way of life and no shit to do

and jetty 
Every petty thought you ever even knew
It's a blistering assault on your spiritual awareness
It's not careless, shit I'm barely getting by
That's

I came to collect
Fourth or the fifth, man the dates don't connect
Lost in the sauce and they blind to the fact
That I gave em the recipe cook it from

worth
I do it for the ones on that higher spiritual search
I do it like I do it, no bluffing ya when I say I'm all in!
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Ain't nobody gave me nothing, I

stagnant boys biggest fears that he would stay and Rot and not evolve Shoulda coulda woulda been the Man instead of fall daily affirmations to be brave

people
Buzzin n' buzzin to beat all the sheeples
Don't say that you know me if you see me on a History not everything is money you don't know the issues

I'm balling I'm balling I think that I'm rondo
Fuck the chit chat man I need the bag pronto
I'm searching for help like I'm searching for Waldo

Human life's the lamp that shines the lead global desire all day you can say we Be not the same relation you down trick you up man take you by the gun my

Beyond what you can see
Soldiers for the Lord
Them spiritual Marines
It's about to unfold
Do you know
What that really means
Cities around the globe

a savage creation
Man sits mad stifled witness
Staggered and speechless
In a way that only his tears can express

A strange form, somethin' kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
Well "In God We Trust", guns I bust
Got that disgustin, sewer style

The rest can fight for what's left man that ain't right
You can have half of mine I been working all my life
All my life right
Have you ever prepared for

who is my master/
By definition a Bastard so is my existence set in stone oh that’s laughter/
God doesn’t speak to me or he is whispering but it’s hard

Get up! Get up! Get up! Get up!
Wake up, soldiers
This new dawn waits for no man
I am Major Key
And I'm here to inform you
We ain't in basic training

positive 
F-ck up the world 
Till your pee stings 
That's figurative 
I'm cleaner than the Center of Disease Control 
Baby sauced up by my bars she need

the demons that haunt me
Sorry
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself
I'm an ambivert, antisocial extrovert
(Damn)
I'm a zulu man with common complexities
My

derailed by the lies
Thinking that we can sustain ourselves and
Only need to pray sometimes
Man the devil's at my throat
I feel like his prey sometimes
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