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still ticking the clock, now he's on
Man, be gone
I hate these friends I hate what they send
I hope they descend
Man be for real you ain't begin
If you

They living by credits that came from me
Got a lot to say but I can't explain
Ignoring the fact that I was alone
Now you claim shit I just let it be

on the grind 
loading my clips 
putting the time 
Sending my shots 
get ready for mind 
my halo tips
Chop and brake your spine 
No doctor couldn't 
save to your

forewarning came from Bill Gates
Doctors writing wills ‘cause soon they could be facing fate
Quarantine shutdown throughout the whole state
You get a fine if

just to fill bigga
Y'all got lil pictures
I gotta big dreams
Hanging off a mezzanine
Popn out a magazine
I can deal witcha
Food for thought
Ain't a meal

or somethin'
I don't really care how you feel or nothin'
Feelins don't really pay bills or nothin'
I drop nukes no hands on the button
My food for thought be

were not hunters
We ate from the food from the ground which we planted
The witch doctors chanting
Chhau
Embracing the wooden carving
The face paint

the mood
Don't switch my mood if you play with my food
Nyco just told me just stay to the truth
Yea ama villain nigga I'm doctor doom
Feel like I'm pop nigga

know who gassed you
And told you that shit just might fly
Fuck outta here look
I put in pain for this
Shit done cost me many years
I swear the shit get

Finale

Unlinked Artist

Do Re Mi [RCA Original Broadway Cast]

1961

and something to eat
COLLINS
I'm afraid she needs more than heat
MIMI
I heard that
MAUREED
Collins will call for a doctor honey
MIMI
Don't waste your

into gold
Tell everyone back home I'm busy cracking the code
Fall back and reload
I have dreams of fucking off to the DR
Where nobody believes that what

skin
Lost in my head replaying traumas that never end
Doctors wanna fix me with pills not understanding the mess
Panic attacks fasting for days spiraling

Hoochie Coochie Man

The Jeff Healey Band

The Best in Blues

I'm here

I got the black cat bone and I got a mojo tooth
I got the John the Conqueror root, gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you girls lead me by

intervenin' I'm a show ya what I finna do
The middle fingers up for the mother fuckers who givin' you
Nothin' but ever crumbs, when you beggin' to get a bigger

know I'm going long

Look for the 747 to be taking off
Jet food for thought I leave a fuel exhaust
My engine is the mind and it's fully revved
Come feed

of convo is only for Rick Rosses
You a Hip Hopper but your genre's a bit softer
The way my songs hit you would think I'm a kickboxer
Sangoma witch doctor

Straight Line

Moth

Provisions, Fiction and Gear

2002

Man and space and matter
Mathematics and the mind
The body's growth nutrition food and drugs
Sound and hearing vision and light
Wearing glasses

(ayy)
You talkin' shit 
I hope that you know I'll take your food (ayy)

All these bitches claimed that they down (ayy, ayy)
This ain't true (ayy)

dyin' in the waiting room
Feels like you're starvin' in a pantry
Yea there's a doctor, but you got no entry
You see all the food but you cannot reach

I'm

Finale A

Jonathan Larson

RENT [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]

2005

for a doctor, honey

Don't waste your money on mimi, me, me

Hell, 911?
I'm on hold

Cold, cold, would you light my candle

Yes, we'll oh god,

lies to fool the eyes
Of those who don't pay attention
You live by the verse
You die by the verse
And if they kill me for it
Put my rhymes in the dirt

You Made the Difference (Lyrics)
(Written and Performed by John Redmon)
Featuring Patricia Daniels, FAITH Choir

You made the difference in my life

a nigga spiritual
I don't need no hoes round me I'm cool
I don't need new niggas, strippers, food
Reminding me that kid surrounded by wolves
I don't need no

it up
We in dr baby no rain for us
Say that you cutting me off 
Girl hush
Ain't nomore talking bout me 
It's ussss 

I'm in the frontline 
She got my