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past winter was cold and it kept up to Easter
At this rate, niggaz entering the summer wit da heater
Knee deep in this shit, when I feel the reaper

these unworthy children in here
Talking shit about me, yeah I really wanna fight a man
Treat me like Peter Parker, well lemme bring in Spider-Man
Swing

lessons
Now I can feel the infection, it's not that depression or the resurrection 

Well, I was immature enough and could be fooled by anyone in the world

Not Yet Free

The Coup

Kill My Landlord

1993

motherfuckers in the cold 
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people 
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil 
But it's illegal,

of ice 
What is left? Nothing not fake 
Voiceless, blend in, get by
How am I doing at six foot five
My breath stalked with watchful eye
I can't move my

people who had experienced
Similar dreams, schemes, demons, and everything in-between
Who am I to say these things, well
My name is Marquise Green and I
Am

I'll have to rule this place then

After you, this worlds next
So lets get started 
I wanna make sure we understand:
Your blood's the black ink in my pen

for our iniquities
The chastening for our well-being fell upon Him
And by His scourging we are healed
And that's all Hebrew Scripture
Painting New

hit the stage and start a riot for that large amount (I hit the stage they go crazy)
Sponsored by Wells Fargo, adding digits to my bank account (Wells

bap
Soon as the tune slaps, I deliver a new track
Got em like, who's that white dude with the cool tatts
I'm glad you like the ink, but I kinda think

thats for certain
Ima let Moet get a verse in
Even if you don't pick me, see I'm chosen
By a higher power. Golden
Prized possession to my Mama
Accuracy

move forward by the aid of symbols 
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter

to take me down
You might be Goliath but I'm David
And I think we both know who will hit the ground

In a field of withered roses
Covered in dust from what

don't want your love
Just want these bands tonight
I'm gone for life
Just leave me in the past
I'm fine for real
Don't want this shit to last
Oh well
Slow

take it
Trying to draw the line but these hands aren’t steady
Looking like a dotted line drawn by confetti
To get what I want, Could never be done
Cause

Lord I'm your sheep
So when You are speaking through me Imma go over budget in speech
Pockets on leak
Demons they leach But I'm saved by blood of the Son

I'm doing well
Doing drills intramural's, working tooth and nail
Too for real, mother fucker you the newest fail
Did you not get the fucking memo I'm

'you know a wise man once said, never judge a book by its cover, always read the whole thing in the bloody book shop and then decide if you wish

Dick's Automotive

Rugburns

Mommy I'm Sorry

1995

He said, "No." "Well then, can you change the oil in a '76 Pinto?" 
He said, "No." "Well can you rebuild a holly four-barrelled 
Carburetor on a '69

to the bank
Take that shit to the bank, like I'm out at Wells Fargo
Chilling out in Fargo, feeling well, hell as far as I know
I could probably go by tomorrow,

The last thing you see is the look in my eyes and it's haunting
I'm leaving you here to bleed out on the concrete
They could tell pretty quick by the way

through
Storms might rage but we'll see the skies of blue
For my kid I'll fight to make it true
Street's cold tales old told in blood and fire (uh)
But my

opposition
It me's that in my own way
My second and third edition
Can one ego gain control?
A permanent acquisition
Well let's see which one remains
As my

In this lifetime you don't have ta prove nothin to nobody
Except yourself
And after what you've gone through
If you haven't done that by now
It ain't