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always by my side
Everyday of my life
Trust you
In every little thing that I do
Said it ain't no doubt about it
I know He'll bring me out
I won't fear

Bottle of Humans

Anticon

Anticon

integrity (In that belt called creativity)
But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
By burning dead bodies smelling the beats

And a tape by a band that you kinda knew and kinda didn't, asking you to buy it
Took three buses and a train
You tore off the cellophane
Goodbye, little broken

no longer a teen
Decided on Drexel, I'm in the Philly music scene
High school prom night, had my girl by my side
Only lasted 4 months though, I had

Rather Get Money

New Gen

New Gen

2017

couple tours
Man I can see the changes
I can see the changes, I can see it in their faces
It might take a little longer
'Cause it's gon' last a little

waiting any longer
It's Friday and I need a little dose of you
I really like the way that you
Make me feel alright
When you call me up I get excited
And I

on the music 
But you don't stay up like you could 
You know this, right 
I've been feeling nauseous 
You will not get in my head no longer, I got this 
God is

Bound for Old Mexico

Marty Robbins

Bound for Old Mexico (Great Hits from South of the Border)

1973

affection
For the choice between them would be no choice at all
So the sound of the rails to my ears will be sweet sweet music
The longer I hear it

they rolled right by it
Wasn't me they was after
A little red corvette
They was tryin to capture
Dread I feel sweat so I set down my jacket
Look up

a lot
I'm screamin voiceless with so little choices
With so little joy got destroyed by a lot
Toyed by a lot, spoiled a lot
Nobody know this but boiled

ain't a doggone thing you can do
Look
Put on that hip hop right after that R&B shit
No longer a little nigga, so don't get it twisted
I'll put out some

If there's nothing to it
You can do it oh alright
Leave no room for drama we got God on our side
Live a little longer just by treatin mama right
If

Living large, living free and helped by a little of what you see

Break it down to what it is
There's really not much in it
Sunshine, drink and hedonism

the breadknife
Grandma wake up
And scene

Across the pond In a little town
Lived the short stout Bobby Brown 
Cut his grass With a sharpened axe
Never paid a dime

talk about is classified, it's not
The end of the world, so no need to be terrified, living from coast to coast is the bottom line
Not a day goes by that

only help my faith sprout out
My wings should've been clipped seasons ago by a foul out
God pulled strings and curved my life to make the music I'm proud

Thinking 'bout when I really chased the music
When I told my homeboys they all thought I was sick, yea
How could I even imagine become a pro musician

Confused by the sass of time and it's contorting placement
I'd abuse the precious time, I'm no longer complacent
I thought of self abortion, could no longer

wait a little longer
With growing up being straight
And clean oh
Your wilderness makes me whole
Baby show them who you are
By not even trying
You are

so nobody else sees them
Now I'm surrounded by everybody else
Trynna shut me down cause my music's way too loud
All you fuck niggas bitches yeah i see

time keep trying
And you will growing day by day!
Will growing day by day!

I am losing control and flying
Over the world that blinding
Lie is no longer

your grave
Put me on to rap when my father put me on his lap and he'd play me a record (yuh)
Got up from the chair, I was longer Blair, but I started

and in the parking lot afterward
for a few minutes in the rain
I stood glowing with ideas of what I might try to convey
with this music.  At that moment my

This is All I Ask

Carmen McRae

Live at Sugar Hill, San Francisco

1963

concede
That this is all I ask, this is all I need

Beautiful girls, walk a little slower when you walk by me
Lingering sunsets, stay a little longer