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cnd even though the moment passed me by 
I still can't turn away 
Cuz all the dreams you never thought you'd lose 
Got tossed along the way 
cnd

Smiling day in and out
Threw away all of my rules

That's okay 'cause ever since you came
Nothing bothers me again
Pain is history
Where you lead you

not a millimeter
Goddess smile impress me, yo bless me, so bless me
If we stumble that's fine by me
At the end of the day it's 'bout who I wanna be

War-monger as leaders in search of glory
Make their bloody mark, mark on history
As the children die of malnutrition
Another child killed by some political

motherfuckers check it like the logo on Nike
Jersey nigga, from the brick city.
If you can't tell just by my accent I get a bit gritty.
I hold you pussies

Surrounded by a copious amount of smoke
Let's get this dough
I'm all in
I'm tryna blow if y'all would let me
This sour kush aroma hit you like I'm swinging

On patrol near Saigon 
Strange feeling sets in
Green hell called Vietnam 

Ambush! 13 men run for their lives
Gun flash casts an eerie light
1 by 1 they all

booty hole an oriental color 
Cheaper by the dozen 
Makes a breakfast buffet 
Could rewrite history 
In my raps for nothing
Reverend Frederick Douglass

The turning point in history, the Black Friday twenty-nine
When all the lies of profit ended in decline
Many lost their riches suddenly and overnight

feet a pillow for my head a replacement for a seat
Well the garden beckons me as I watch it grow week by week
I can feel the history as if its sitting

but leaving her
gone cost have the price
I needed you, then I deleted you, yeah
(Uh!)
What about history, what about chemistry, yeah
(Uh!)
I think she

Couldn't check me wit my stripes, oh and my Adidas
We one in a mil rest In peace to Aaliyah
So if one of mine goes I pour it by liters
To my mothers

Can't keep her down, our battle sound
We count down, onto war we soar
For freedom, we'll settle the score

Hidden truths, they buried deep
By Super

its real bright
I'm about to give them a show

My answer is yes!
I am ready, I must confess!
Uniquely made by you I'm so blessed!
You gave me armor for

Run It Up by: Jeffery A. Richardson

Run it up / run it up / if you really came from nothing run it up / run it up / run it up / yeah I’m up a couple

be a good story
No one cares You feel this good energy
Fck the fame United by el duende only

Ce qui me ronge c’est ma nature, c’est dans les ronces

You're my history and you're my past and you're my present and you're my future
You know for a fact that I can't live without you
Stop playing games you

misery

In a world of lies where is the truth
The history evil what is the root (money)
Only thing them teach is how to shoot
Not to till the soil

through bars
Acquitted for breaking jaws, committed to breaking rules
Restricted by ancient laws, pay respect that is due
Ya tone deaf rappers couldn't wow

the only black face Surrounded,
by privilege, that doesn’t erase,
The color of my skin, you can see the traces
Of a history written, confined to dark places

to let you get to me 
As you could see I left it in the past that shit been history
Phone steady ringing Instagram say who just mention me
Your shawty post

the end
Toute la gang on the 55, on a tour through history
from Chinatown to Jean Talon a marvelous mystery.
The embodiment of Montreal’s immigrant flowin’

Trying to locate
Where I wrote my lyrics
Looking through the notebooks
I'm getting anxious
Where is it?
I see my history
Through to-do's

to fight
Our truth amplified

[Verse 2]
Ba'alawi's history
A tale untold
Brought by the Dutch
A story so bold
But now we see
We won't be controlled
United we