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temptation face
If you not on my bad
I hold my wodie like a rib
We often plot on a slab
I turn from coo into savage you know this cash
And I be rolling off

I'm never mo'fuckin quitting
So fuckin hot
Gotta lift my mixtape with oven mittens
Got rhymes
They're fuckin written in Bibles cause all my shit is

Construction and power plants on the dark side
Access denied, that's classified
Just wish I had it easy, sit down, put my feet up, and think about nothing
But

rent by spitting, I'm never mo'fuckin quitting
So fuckin hot, gotta lift my mixtape with oven mittens
Got rhymes, they're fuckin written in Bibles cause

want me to give it up 
Finna lift the city up 

Yeah I'm just to to clever 
Feel like I'm Sean Diddy Combs 
When I two step up 
Powda next up 

I almost

you frown
Can't get no lift if you hold you down
Won't throne no king if you hold no crown
No key, no city, no town
So what goes around must come back

adjustments
I don't even take no breaks 5 days of week I be in construction
One system I won't get stuck in
I'm tryna be financially free I do a lot more than

out
Leave the body where it be, on a slab of my concrete
It can circle from the depth, what's the bed we sleep in peace

Yeah, uh
I love my stove, cook

and work with chemicals,
You can be a police officer dealing with criminals,
You can be a construction worker and make brand new roads,
Or even an astronaut

Saying" and "what it do?"
And if a nigga don't like it
Tell them bitches I rep Texas
Topless in the slab I come through
Elbow and Vogues and expensive

want to pay for to receive
These lyrics lift spirits, get them out of their seats
Everybody go crazy at the sound of the beat
My craftsmanship proves I'm

and man
That shit is whack might lift a gat
Put it between your teeth and
Make that shit go blap we on the bridge
Mothafucker that's how we bridge the gap

You do not want to pick a fight with me
I'm not in the best shape like
I would like to be
But I exercise every time I
Lift my pipe to pee
I know you

Let me lift you off your feet baby come fly
That nigga broke and he a clown he’s a dumb guy
You the only girl that I want right now
I be deep into my

hearin' this.
They say Chamill sick, click click here's a clip.
Bang bang at the rap game to make your spirits lift.
And it seems to me that the industry

Let Your Backbone Slide

Maestro Fresh-Wes

Symphony in Effect

1998

or tic-tac-toes, L-T-D knows,
This ain't a game I'm on a mission,
Call me a hip-hop, tip-tac-tition,
I rap just like a slab of clay, that's shapeless,
Champagne no

the beast has awaken
Its about to get ugly, ain't no for face-lifts
This is basic, My brain is the matrix
Gave y'all bars in ninety four, y'all ain't been

missing
I cuss! His lift is drifting! Only succeeding in
Splitting us up! I aint kidding! It sucks!
In this unwise and unfeeling

Attempt to exercise power,

Otfuram te do Svetog Martina
Objesim te sa zgrade i
Onda pustim umjesto radija!
Punchevi slash crna magija, pa pazi, momak
Slab si dosta, pa se rađe baci

melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that