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of sight

(Fosco finds a sheet of paper and takes
Out a pen he starts to write)

She'll be locked away by the morning light

Well, the woman's mad

(Fosco

another way may level out the overall round
The countdown arc starts 10, 9, 8
Thrust makes it fly, 7, 6, 5
Try not to lose, at 4, 3, 2
By the time I hit 1,

on the dash I stopping for da bullshit

Nigga 
Get up on my level 
Got bass no treble 
Spitting fire from the pulpit

If ion make time Then I FaceTime 
Kinda

don't write their lyrics
But some people have reached levels that are atmospheric
By relying on others to write their songs and shit for them
And they

right?[01:36.69]Pre-DSM-5, Asperger's it was called[01:39.17]Now it's a level one autism spectrum disorder[01:42.12]It's sorta like havin' a force field encapsulatin' social

take me to the next level[00:22.55]Sweet ectasy in my heart[00:27.65]Ineffably from the start[00:32.64]So alive, we're immersed in each

like me
P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way Sydney
Eat oxygen I probably eat a pussy
Trees are the bees knees be a fiend
Speaking sermons I watch the hands spin
I

getting nuthin' from me
Not tonight HOE
Hi, Turquoise Gang
42 yea that's my thang
Kali Yuga type of age
HY here to make a change
Bitch
Change that face
We

Pretty Woman"
0:03 TTC - "J'ai Pas Sommeil"
0:42 DJ Funk - "Pump That Shit"
0:55 Cupid - "Cupid Shuffle"
1:08 Pete Townshend - "Let My Love Open the Door"

Honor those that spark me
I spit verses like girls get purses
Some rappers get by and some get purchased
My shape's earthless
I came to earth's surface

myself it's enough
But I
Wanna be right by you, all inside
Your guts and I'ma try to
Be there provide, protect for you always
I stick a shovel right up in

Don't Cry Dry Your Eyes

Fugees

Bootleg Versions

1996

Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!) 

[Wyclef] 
Jericho sound
No Woman No Cry (We 'bout to set it!) 
Yes! Yes! (We 'bout to set it!)

(The only woman ya can trust, is a f****** Mother) 

(Yeah)

Curly hair and babyface,

Oh he must be sweet

Try me if you want to n****

I'm wit sixty

Show me how much you love me I bet I love you better better better
Baby your love ain't even on my level no
No nooo
What a world what a world yeah

your thoughts ya know
Trying to take it to a level where ya know
A level you've never been on
Hell
If you're with it I'm with it
Yea
I hit the scene know

a full hearted woman
With a hell of an ass
And when she’s walking by
Can’t wait for her to pass
She’s a lover and a fighter
And she’ll go to the end
I’m

can't
Get her out of his head
Cause even the devil
Can be brought down by a woman
The Devil wants her in his bed

He could kill you from just one look
One

'burbs
Aimin' at them skinhead bitches, let it rain
Givin' 'em a wet welcome to the house of pain

"In a city that's upset by the challenge
Of racial

Josephine

William Cottrell

More Fish [Clean]

2006

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
God's woman... what's going on?
I know things seem messed up sometime
You stressed out and you can't handle the situation

on all levels
In them, we revel
She lives to express
And never to impress

Black Queens just dey be
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Our black Queens them dey

Now that we here let's move in there like swimwear
I've never seen or found a woman like you anywhere
Sweatin' bricks baby got me hot (Hoo)
Drop dead

I like my woman in a clean look
Lil baby bad and nasty and a freak too
The way she suck it sloppy 
Got me shocked
But baby a first class chick, im in

These south side flows be butter pecan
That's pee-can if you're countrified
I seen a woman clothed with the sun
Feet on the moon, and a crown

a maybe
Levels get high niggas move like they tripping
I be by myself so I don't got to fit in
Subliminal rhyme but this shit don't be hidden
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