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of blood, for cleansing of sin
Let the three taiIs of redemption lick your skin

With heavy steps, by barebone feet
Minutes turn hours to days, then repeat

Hide
I don't wanna die

Fight 
Hide
I don't wanna die

Guns and our pride
We march into the night 
Death by my side 
God on my right 

This must be

close
I can't let you close 
Na, Na
Tried to get it quick
Almost sold my soul
Ah, Ah 
I made some mistakes and
Took the the wrong advice
Ah, Ah
Praise God

Les be reel

Dat Adam

newWAVE

2018

a Sith in my deadly sins hoodie
Peach like pink on my nails, I'm a beauty
Peace sign hangin' on my chain, I'm on duty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you feel

say
Ridin' round with my top down
And my shit all I play
This shit sound even better
When you got on beats by Dre
Tell me what you know bout dis
Tell me

the pyramids
Check stonehenge, go ask the Mayans
2012 soon come, I will be waitin' sayin' I told you so
When the skies are ripped open
And the mothership lands

I Remember

Z-Ro

Mobb Sauce

2015

over my days Lord
I'm nothing but a Christian, I'm down with Jehovah
But this day in time, you ain't gon make it if you ain't a soldier
So God forgive

I Remember

Z-Ro

The Anthem

2005

over my days Lord
I'm nothing but a Christian, I'm down with Jehovah
But this day in time, you ain't gon make it if you ain't a soldier
So God forgive

on a lowkey
Success should do the talking
We do music for a living
Living my life like a movies
We are still coming
Soon you will watch us on your tv
Cus we

(Hey brotha
Need you to tell me you're alive
Give me a call
Thanks, bye)

I'm a fading mist
Time is outside of my reign (Ugh)
All my days are

the pain
This s**t don’t feel right 
When everybody around you
Start to change
You Know my struggles
But you don’t even understand the pain
Feel like

The Big Noise from Winnetka

Ray Bauduc

Finest Vintage Jazz (1917-1941)

1993

just flew in from Winnetka, don't you know?
I'm gonna blow this joint apart!

I got my high heels! I don't need no wheels!
My footwork is an art!

a few
I no fit count my hair but if na tongues
E no go de enough to glorify YOU my God
I see any day brand new
Who do am? eyin ni
Jehovah your ways are

Verse 1: 

I lay down bars by the milli-on

Maintain my par- uh! Far beyond

The average spitter- need this elixir

But mine's NaturAL- love my style

ain't CDG
You know I can't wear my heart on my Sleeve (you know can't I wear my Heart)
Did a movie With the boys no nelk (What?)
Cause you know I'll do it

each of you
London's not a place
It wasn't left beneath our boots
And by grace we have been blessed
With that most elegant of truth
You stand here not

New York bitch bangin' my line (O oh)
Enemies are a waste of time (O oh)
Work hard like I'm made for the life (O oh)
You still ain't ran this fade

tough boy on G.O.D
She asked if I'm for real, I told her come and see
I'm a bread getter my baby, know you wanna come and eat with Ke
Got the baddest

time I saw you had the crooked glance 
We don't play by chance 
Got khib make moves that'll pay for france

100 to the 10th power 
Made your whole week

Woodruff has been tracking for several years at this point, and you'll
hear what he found in this latest installment of our series, Poisoned

Is this

The red lights flash 
As sh steps into frame 
In these fibers of life 
Caught by the voyuer's gaze 

Red light fashion 
You're an aperture slut 
Red

Torn - from the heavens.

The connective chord, notes snapping one by one.
We all create stories, there to protect ourselves.

Hope - in my

ass hell I'm just trying catch my rhythm
It's all about connections once there broken you can't mend them
In the ghetto we hustle hard just to feed our

together we are slowly
Achieving our dreams
Life is short if we could only
Live forever
You by my side man this Iife is so worth it
Sometimes I don't call