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in your feelings with these deep flows
Your girl's getting felt by this nyc hero
There's no debating, it's mine for the taking
Uh, quit the hating,

on a path that's reckless
Living fast with the math invested
Trying to stack it up fast enough so the fam ain't stuck in the trap we're set with
Well

out so my story would have a sequel
I'm imperfect with ink-stained skin and have smelly fecal
I'd have to sneak out with my friends to the round-a-bout

I'm trying to find something to hold onto
I'm running out of black ink, can you lend me some?
Just lock it down and hold it 'til it's not breathing

the serpent, way more than just surface
Like, what’s my purpose? I’m the father of King
David, Solomon, Jesus, yeah they all in my genes
While I think of ways

and a girl
Locked in a dream world
Head surrounded by clouds and
I didn’t picture a downtrend
I guess it’s bettеr when you’re being a kid
‘causе when you’re

she come around
She fall in love with the one dan yea
She seh she love it how mi so fresh and clean
Shirt n your pants and your shoes well neat
If ah

country charm turned her on cuz 50 years has past
He got the one and only girl, in the whole wide world, cuz Daddy was a badass

Well Daddy made it out

She Said OK

Big Boi

Vicious Lies & Dangerous Rumours

2012

But when I'm in Atlanta I be sticking ones in her thong, hit it with Bandanas
I'ma play that cat like it was played by Santana
Bitch I hit you up

the opposition offended
Talkin' greens on other sides of fences
We are blinded by our five lit, senses
Tryin' to drive this hive brain, Demented
Well I stay dazed

Karma Hotel

Ministry Offer

Smokin Beats

2002

keys and said "Go to the fourteenth floor"
So in a flash I was there, cold knock on the door
Bombarded by cigar smoke, the smell of Hell and War
And when

you think it's a Mac

You're in a trap but bro you not trapping I'm not a rapper but I'm still rapping
As soon as I stab her might as well stab him

on his bitch
No thanks. For the intel
You fuck with
My money 
Man shit never ends well
The
Blacker the berry
I was born in a ink well
If  I'm shot five

Karma Hotel

Spooks

Hitbox 2001, Vol. 2

keys and said "Go to the fourteenth floor"
So in a flash I was there, cold knock on the door
Bombarded by cigar smoke, the smell of Hell and War
And when

can't control (what)
Problem

That Ambien in my ink pen
Move the brown squares like Wheat Thins
Y'all five days and a weekend
Stay smokin' on that

of the rage
Another day's meal, such a bland taste
We're on the same path, heading in different ways
I know one day we'll crash, wonder what we'll create
Our

felt by myself it was God who was there
He remind don't fear like He whispered in ear
I was close to the edge while the Devil pushing
Then I took out

Self Suicide

Goldie Lookin Chain

Straight Outta Newport

2005

Jimmy Morrison overdosed in the bath
I know, I'll hang myself with my scarf
Tied to the stairs, dangling by my neck
The cord length I forgot to check

Hooray! I think we're finally done
A simple song for every eye
That's shining in the sun
Even after this, I'm sure
I've probably missed a few
But I hope by

This for Emmitt Till, fist up for Fred Hampton
All my brothers better blast this if you in the field w me
Ok, the civil war, You was fighting to keep

You can have what I have 
Learn the lesson 
I ain't saying that I'm better 
But I know this shit was destined 
From the start in the car it was parked

the day off
Hard work is what they all say
I can't leave it in your hands
We'd be better off with Allstate
It's never luck with me, it's all fate
A bit of,

an inkling to ink in
Ah, fuck that shit, Matt
Bring that wrath back
Roll with the flow of the
Clickedy-clack-clack, click, crack
The snappin' of your teeth

I fucked the lighter up
Ay, INK22
There she goes, back again, round my head
There he goes, back again, tryna get in my bed
There she goes, back