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ain’t comin' back
Coming up in here you gotta come with facts, nothing less, get it off ya chest
Welcome to my world, we live in the land of the free
They

ain't a diss and this ain't your bitch
And you not with the shits and neither am i
But pussy come try and see if you live
Andrew not hard Andrew cant spit

make it got a dream better chase it
One life to live my nigga so don't waste it
One mic is all that I need and I'm a lay shit
Versatile wit many styles

God put my blood on the cross
Please forgive me for my evil
Nobody else knows
I confess my sin through my mafia flow
This big lair should have had

the light[01:42.02]But where is god[01:43.46]Living for tomorrow[01:44.84]But that seems far[01:46.36]I got these habits[01:47.61]That I can't change[01:48.89]Looking for

and helps us to live a holy life
In Jesus Christ, the son of God our Lord
Can I be a holy man? No thug man
No self-righteousness, blood of Christ, cleansed

to a labyrinth
They seal our conscious humorously
Hide things plain sight literally
We are on end times, truth be told as we rise
God bless reality
Seeking

shirt listening to rap music come on please

I've had all kinds of Ford's same with Chevrolet
I bought a Jeep to put out in my driveway
I live up yonder

analyzed by GIA
I plea my case, I never sleep, I live and give my dreams a shape, the
Second coming new installment, and it's twice as hard as
The former

Laugh wondering what it means

Do not create so blindly
Better your offerings
Lives are at stake
Don't deny us the future

Powers beyond in our hands
Ask

what, that shit still lives in here,
a lot of this I don't share much, I don't care much, the flow dirty, grab room, lift the chairs up,
start sweeping,

go
Feeling driven when I'm living by their same code
I got some FOMO I can't say no
On so many flights but my life has no airplane mode
Was getting

hard that I couldn't get higher
Amen to God, for the creating the fire
I burn on the daily for thoughts I inspire
Stay out the wire, I circle like tires

Yeah
Locking this track up, we talking bout flying
Shocking the world, the thing that I'm trying
Dying to live and living to die
Ironically walking in

surmise
It from my rhymes
I was in-spired
By an NF-ing Goat
The Reaper
And the Gods that Rap
Of Evil
Twins and sheep that dress
Like people
Left from hell

Close the Crackhouse

Professor X

Puss 'N Boots (The Struggle Continues...)

1993

[ Professor X ]
Peace
Check me
The Eternal Son
Of the Universal Father
Travelling the Infinite Spirit
The quest: Paradise
But some things are

by
But when I look back
Son, it's hard to explain
Not a thing I'd do different
But I'd do it again
What a life

What a
What a life

Told my mom
I won’t

the mind.

Mixing that coke with that arm & that hammer.
Chased by police on them radio scanners.

Living for colors that’s on a bandanna.
And they die for

Imagine the Word of God
Without religious groupies
Imagine a savior born in a Mexican hooptie
Persecuted single mother in a modern manger
You'd

we live by the sword
Slicing quicker then doctors at cords
With clipboards
So while you sit on the corner, speaking excrement
I frequent murder g's,

Uh battle hardened veteran
Messages like letterman
Tapping heads, one by one
Yea we call that Valorant
There is no comparison
Attacking like I'm

the mind.

Mixing that coke with that arm & that hammer.
Chased by police on them radio scanners.

Living for colors that’s on a bandanna.
And they die for

you dead if you talk about my son
I'm still trying to stop it, the trigger stay warm
You could've been straight up and I'd put you on
I thought about

nothing changed since precedents
Living day by day off a stimulus
Only fans, get paid
While twitch get raids
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