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"I promise man, I won't-I won't do anything naughty or-or rude words or nothing, clart."

Yeah, coz my nan gets fukin' upset.

Right, let's have a go,

OF FALLING STARS

Silent cries of virgins touch the heart of night
raped by the demons under painful sights
Sperm and blood and terror chaos in my head
Is

honor, I’d do it again 
So swing your hammer while I jump this fence
Bump this Vince, ‘cause I ain’t never ran from nothing but the police off of 5th

You're a bitch to the crown
Keep your own people down
You've got nothing to protect
But you're keeping the sect
For your own damn brothers you got no

to me how can I trust
There’s nothing left
Each by itself it's about us
In the spring we lived
And I’m just fighting with autumn leaves autumn leaves

I

reigns

Hallelujah
From age to age

Nations will crash and burn
But the God I serve 
Rules and reigns forevermore

The only worthy lamb whose blood
Makes

trust a nigga that
Forgot where they come from
That's why I'm just always by
Myself from you fuckers
And I know where they be if I tell 'em
"Muhfuckin'

I’m not the guy who likes champagne
Your cheese and wine, way too lame
In blood and bones I do believe
But not in pork and lamb and beef

Cause I

oppin'
We hop out and walk down maneuver
Don't say nothing bout 'em, blood I'll probably doubt it
I got buku love for my shooters
I told you it's deeper

taking off and another plane landing
There was a sign that read Breakfast by the side of a building
You said an airplane is nothing if you compare it

cause he walked by and he looked in
Thought he had red bottoms on from the blood in his footprints
Like we had to go to the bathroom, we came and took

closet
Skeletons been stacking up
Ain't no money in my wallet
But my Paypal traffic up
I've been selling by the band
Band tees on my back
Backstreets with

to the pain
I am succumbing
Am I something? Am I nothing? Is
It hatred? Is it loving?
I can feel the anger coming
It's a silence my chest
But the cancer keeps

much of your wealth came from dealing arms?
Is there blood is on the stocks, unknowingly trading in bombs
The price of bullets is on the rise 
But that's

much of your wealth came from dealing arms?
Is there blood is on the stocks, unknowingly trading in bombs
The price of bullets is on the rise 
But that's

Gasoline pour
On the blood-covered floor
If you hating, hit the door
Also, hater, hit the store
Cuz you looking hella poor
Buy some new clothes,

slumber
Lumber to these Newcomers thinking they're dope because they're younger
But age ain't nothing but a gauge for me to unleash
6 million ways

us
All of us got our own blood-stained hands for something
While the same state would just kill us for nothing
Here on stolen land there can never be

That my blood, sweat, and tears
Will make me good enough for you

I can't keep on waiting
(I hope you're still waiting)
There is nothing you can offer me

he grabbed that pistol by
The handle part of it
And demanded Oxycontin as he
Pointed at the pharmacist
Who quickly obliged
Handed over every pill they

I’m tryna make the glass break
That’s just the type of shit I be on
Blood money, you ain’t made it
Nothing do what we on
Same nigga they would sleep

Hit 'em with some hysteria
Talk shit with philanthropy
You'll get the same energy
Fuck all of you imma change to the new me
All of you are nothing but

never seen woman make a man of steel
People swear they got bullet proof
Flesh and blood
The game so dirty
But I'm fresh in mud
Tired of living how

F.A.y.B.A.N.

Screwball

Y2K

1999

"From the underground" (Scrathed by DJ Premier)

Fuck all y'all bitches ass niggas from my heart
Everybody talkin shit but nobody want to start