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Nothin to prove I dunk like a center
PTSD now I'm makin him mental
I aint a jew but run up my shekels
Shootin you dead all beefin is settled

from The Winding Stair to the center of the arched
bridge I watch the dance of Dublin slow, falter, change rhythm as 
the embered waves sink, the flame

a Tessie
Or on a jet ski
Either way it's not a rover
When I blow yeah it's the time
Ain't no luck four leaf clover
Yeah the gang is center stage
HBK we

really though, I was going through the motions
My point guard put it in motion, uh yeah
And my shooter in the corner, yeah
My center be posting, yeah, he

the morn
And leave you dead or unborn
Because my sound waves left you
With your head all deformed
That's why when I perform
Your fucking helmet is worn

OFF my face
HALELE HALELE

Cover girl Center table
Getting Caned, fuck-able
Bust it open up your secret
When i'm done You can keep it
Bottles spinning

the vest stopped it so it just hurts like a bitch

The cops couldn't stop me

Alas they only managed double taps

To my center of mass

I duck into the lobby

Stumbled down the last step of the Stairs
Into the center of a spoiled surprise.

Something about you screamed "debonair"
With your disheveled hair,

and you're dead bitch
Ask the kingdom I wear the crown in this race
You can't hypnotize deez nuts to
Stay out of your face
I'm revving up the motor when

I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Smoking roaches

and I'm comin for your blood got you livin' yo death day
Comin' to feed ya to the wolves with the verse 
Feel the thirst from the curse dead as soon

the Essenes, Kabbalah,
The Golem, Egyptian and Tibetan Books of The Dead, Cayce, Hopis,
all the major and minor religions, meditation, levitation, invisibility,

Turn It Up

Papoose

The Nacirema Dream

2013

Nets and Barclays Center
Hello Mrs. and Mr., cousins, brothers and sisters
Ladies and gentlemen, children prisons of finger printers
Snakes who like

Hey yo, I woke up, smell the death in the air
Weather was fair except for a red tint
The sky was looking dead with a glare
Through my iris and I

aimed
The Reaper calling was enough to
Put 2Pac in paint
Murals of dead heroes, apocalyptic rain
We look above at all the scriptures say
Which is why,

a circle Rent-a-center
Nightmare to your ten percent
Adrenaline adrenaline
Holy Ghost who need the smoke
We keep a stogy fuck the shit
Dot'cha dome Moroccan

a circle Rent-a-center
Nightmare to your ten percent
Adrenaline adrenaline
Holy Ghost who need the smoke
We keep a stogy fuck the shit
Dot'cha dome Moroccan

eye and stay grounded
But not inclined no Calvin
High stepping through this lifetime
Dead ass steady searching for a life line
Black truth muddied up by

itself
I ain't hit him where he want, we prolly nicked his melon
They gon' load him on that surfboard and get him help
I felt bad cause center circle

your main bae? She let me go in her
From the I.E. really makin' bands off medical center
Still gettin' head on the highway like a real nigga
Still

I'm cool
Go Vin Diesel in the Coupe
Oh that's your main bae? She let me go in her
From the I.E. really makin' bands off medical center
Still gettin'

of the dreams

Read that we dead, if we needing redemption, the author told me “don’t go to Saint Denis”


I know we fucked

I know we, I know we, I know we yup,

I take y’all being silent as a sign of respect, 
I take my girl out for luncheon, waiter pass me the check, 
Here front & center but you never know

the kill
Line the suckas up on the center of the dash
Ain't no way they gettin' away 'cause
I'm mashin' on the gas

We on some killin' shit
We into killin'