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I'm still searchin' for a deal
Lurkin' for a bill
Still searchin' for my soul
Tryna come across the real
Criticizing survival
Ain't no hope in these

World So Cruel

Flesh-N-Bone

T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls

1996

instead, they put'em on a self-destruct,
But I don't want to go to hell.
Vix'n tha body does it tell'n explicit,
For more'n I seen ya vision,
And let

Check One, Two

Diamond D

Stunts, Blunts & Hip-Hop

1992

Yeah, going out to Showbiz, Whiz One, Lord Finesse
Jazzy Jay, my man Q-Tip, KX, yo check it out

Check one, two, no one to run to
I Catch-22,

just being honest I'm better than your record deal
Ok clockwork sick of 9 to 5's what's my net worth (Net worth)
Praying to the lord that the envy won't

a mark, be apart of history
Nor do I want to be an ordinary being
Fuck getting cheese-I just want to pay my bills
Don't say I'm real, cause I've never

and still A grain in the ocean
Fuck the bullshit, let's just keep it in motion
Sincerely, the man, Bakari Ken
Oh, you niggas still here
Y'all niggas are still

the lord but all I see is crime
If the Vatican has got the book then what the fuck is mine?
Just a line with a hook
You might as well be a rapper 'cause you

Vengeance for the lord I just gotta love em'
We been on the move God been up to something
Souls on the way gotta keep them coming
I been in my zone
Working

to go
But I just knew that if I made it
I'd get out and praise the Lord
Now I'm walkin' on this Sunday
And I just hope I make it home

I was walkin' home

got
His righteousness by faith on lock
Rejoicing cause my chains been dropped
I can't wait to hear that trumpet
Leave this body yeah I'll dump it

acting ass niggas, where the soap op?
I just pray the Lord that they don't catch ya boy without the four-five
Put your problems to the side, it's time

dropped a gem in September and I been out here just chilling
Got nominated for numbers it ain't that deep if you rig it
But I can't stop
They won't let

dick
I love chikcen and I love dick

Every day it's my first meal
Roasted nut topping fil-a oatmeal
Praise the lord for waffle fries
Covered in sauce

But I swear this bitch my homie dummy yea
I just be chillin by my Lonely
I got Thomas might just hit this bitch from long scope bitch I'm knowing yea

by race, gender, politics, and class
We have so much more that's in common but we falling in this trap
We're just the Star-Belly Sneeches
Been folded

Better look both ways before you walk across them streets, real talk
Dollar dollar, bill talk
Move by yourself cuz all these other niggas will talk
Never

I Reminice

Mr. Sancho

The True Player

I lay me down to sleep dream my soul for the Lord to keep
And if you ever see me sleep anything close to a week
Now I want to let you know that I

fully
My old skin died out, where You reside now
From the inside out, Lord, my soul cried out
I called out for You
Didn't think You were listening
But You

grit's
I get it poppin' like pork bacon
If you need food for thought
The spoon and the fork waitin'
Of course I praise the Lord
I don't support Satan
I

personally
I'm sorry I don't pick up my phone
I just vibing by myself in my zone
Me, the guitar, the pen
Writing heartfelt classics for you
It's the magic,

she's quick to drop a dime on everybody You keep her parties hotter

Always gonna give a bit of praise, all eyes on the thighs when she walks by, baby so

you what the Lord has done 
Count your blessings
Name them one by one 
Ovo, Ive, Era, Eni, mise kera ye 
You know its uncountable 

I got riches in His

cloggin' anything out that'll make me feel
Pushin' away the closest ones to me, afraid that they'd reveal
My inner demons and let me tell you, there's a lot

world is everybody anemic
Taste and see the Lord is good
You can't your spirit's bulimic
Like Jesus told Nicodemus
you need to be born again
If you want