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of auset darkness calls
That's why it's x the cross
Return of the Gods
Ausar
I'm a darkumentary
Darkest energy
Ra still live in me
Not surrendering
Monster

all natural homeopathic
With these flames I'm like David Blaine homie it's magic
I saw you in half with a paragraph written
By a beast off his leash out

cum. Its edge play,
be careful, fuck around and murder you by mistake and
leave you dead in the bed slayed.
Not my intentions. You'll lick prick til your

bowling

Verse 3

Prolific bars with a dash of oil  burn the coil
I'm the brother with the heat made the room boil
They steady reaching my seat that's how

Faith
Faith
Faith
Faith
Faith
Faith
Gotta have faith
In twenty thirteen
Ten people formed a team
Flying overseas
Tryna transform communities
RIP

We been on this word search for success 
We been given this one hundred and ten percent
Where there was no return 
Not even a cent 
It don’t make sense

watching from above
I'm hoping that shit save me
It's like HD
By the way I see that shit
I call up Avery
He told me I don't need that bitch
I said is that so

if not the best
I don't think you could name ten battle rappers better than Pat Stay
I can't picture nobody really beating Pat Stay
Pat Stay is

return
That may sound absurd
Like something you've never heard
Never knew
Never shoot
Unless they 'bout to rob you
We ain't twelve, and this ain't verbal

out, nigga, 
Ready to get with the shoot out. 
In the meanwhile, 
I still gotta make me some money to get by. 
Yeah, I thought to connect, and hooked

Cash Money Niggaz

B.G.

It's All on U, Vol. 1

1997

a nigga from uptown wit' a million
Actin' bad, buyin' motherfuckin' buildins
Get out the way or give your cash to me
You see, I bring heat backed up by

Pancho hairstyle
And mi ring neva guzu nuh inna puckuo oil
Check Ee beats yeah mi clean nuh dirt nuh full a soil
Polo deh pan mi jeans' mi hot like mi

I’m precise just like barber: Denzel
I’m all type of beastin' 10 tails
Yeah
Punch lines hit em like Sakura
And these niggas couldn’t hang
Ain’t get they

Best Friends

Mac

World War 3

1999

(Chorus)

You was my nigga now we beefin'
I'm bustin' at you, you bustin' at me
And it won't stop til' we both sleepin' (2x)

We was claimin'

graphic
To what what I do
Here's a little something for you Middle finger Fuck you
The only tool in my hand when I pop the plug
Leave you leaking like a oil

ain't no going home.
Not now, not later, this the pad now, get out ghastly hater!

AMERICA, BABY.

Big guns, oil rig, tiny heart for black art, shut that

day he'll end up in jail
Bumping SPM, he's that Mexican
Ten years later, Donald Trump is the president
Now the family is gone he has nobody left
Lost

and gorse, hawthorn and ash
are sculpted to better represent you.
The blanket rain-cloud drifts in to wrap you,
to feed the streams by which I too am fed:

Stand On All 10 Just To Hit Another Lick Now (OhOohOh)
Cause Ain’t Nun Really Sweeter Than A Bankroll (Ooo)
I Can Go Some Places Where You Can’t Go (Ooh)

blast radius[00:47.47]All I see are oil gradients, yeah that's one way to blow up[00:50.49]Do not minimize my hunger I got bones to throw up[00:53.60]Tell

appeal
Obviousely Im sober
In a minute girl that'll be over
Grab ya booty like im bowling got milk oil lotion
Touching the ground bending over
Disco lights

when I swing her ass/

All these Rich rappers dont got the "It" factor/
So I drag um in the gutter by the Tims and kidnap um/
Lit candles, eyes red,

legislation that could go against the parameters already sanctioned by Parliament for these negotiations. Key issues of fishing rights now appear to be yet

Chess is next level but millennials never learn
Plan ahead, step by step, ready to return and emerge
Victorious, feel glorious
Chess ain't easy like