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the liter
Moms was a good wife to 'em, yo
They don't make 'em sweeter
She baked the meat up
Nurse the kids when they baked with fever
N-Y-C when it was

Blind man fever yeah the living room is spinning around
I know, I know babe
Round and around and around now I'm loving the way
You know I have my eye

out
Until the fever broke

As a joke trying’ to make
A living’ off my passion
Keep climbing’ though it seems to
Me the world is crashing’ heavy hearted

pas de pressions
G-FEver c’est ma vision
Le succès une mission
Compris la loi d’attraction
À chacun sa façon
Je vois tout ces pions
Qui s’assument leurs

We all long to be stronger sometimes
Sometimes our own prison walls are inside
Somewhere on the edge of the knife
Life is waiting for you

 

All

grandson from prison
 
Now sit here and listen
I’m telling a story
I beat all the pillarmen
Now I got glory
But now I am older
I need a new ember
So me

was just a trick
When I'm over it
I'll let you know
As of right now
I'm not letting it go
The old idea of you
Feels like a fever dream now
I played

he get his christen
Listen she taught him all her knowledge and her wisdom
She didn’t want a nigga getting caught up in the system in prison
She told

the bright blue eyes
That smile on your face
Is where the truth it lies
Been played before by some gimmicks
So my heart it's been in a prison
I've said

cleaner
You all iced out, looks like you're wearing a freezer
When the lights out, you can see the beamer
I've given up, rap is sloppy like I caught a fever

prisons takin all the blacks

Is there a cure for cancer here in fact
Where aids administered just for the blacks
Was willie Lynch's theory really true
Was

like I'm in a prison like
Davy Jones locker
Every single time I show up they gotta shut down
Cause I'm a show stopper
They say I gotta grown up but I

Reades
Police taped and caged in
Perennial scaffolding
Buildings like prison bars
Made to look sexy
Million dollar lights
Products of prosperity

a better way of life that don’t feel like a prison system

Yup – now everybody
Break Ya Neck
I’m like ‘Oops Upside Your Head’ mixed with ‘Oops!... I did it

please get off of my feed
Do a bit less typing
Lay off of all that dry weed
Stop sniffing that white shit
We all going a lil stir crazy
Cabin fever

was all rice
Mexican mud Irish guns foreign relations
Trying to score a hundred mill for my organization
Hotter than a fever baby ain't my ice sick
It's

Exiled Existence

Misanthrope

Immortal Misanthrope [Bonus Tracks]

Catch sight of the long tunnel
Been in the dumps
Berth a wreck alongside
The prison-ship of depression

Exiled existence
By the ordinary excuse
To avoid

him give me cash, cash, cash
He called me a diva, I said "I don't need ya"
I'm hot like a fever, this Just in, no Bieber
I leave like Selena, you're

California ism 
I’m nice with the writtens
Every time I spit they be waiting on the sentence like they gotta go to prison 
Temperpedic bed cover lie below

string and write a song for Folsom prison
but i never shot a man and i never been to Reno guess I'm better of demanding plans of *heading towards Toledo*

to prison for a sentence that I've mentioned before
Oh no! Mo Kon been feeling the beat
Sho nuff', left numb, haters couldn't defeat
Like MTP or Triple T , my

for the right price
I punish mics with stunning lines, like the tongue of Rios
Son spits heat, I feed em jungle fever
Got em higher than a ton of reefer

he had a stroke
Heart attack on tight
Don't gotta question if I'm great or the go-ho
Don't fever it

Can get intense
No splat tools like we playing

temperature cause he might have a fever from all the heat that I'm spittin/ 
givin' bars without prison/
 im alone in the booth but f- food for two I be eatin/