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to sheep
Your mami know that dick go deep
Pull up your dress young man
Take it in the but like a bitch
Ain't always a way in the game
That's why BMQ do big

dalila may be i'll just pass-away or
may be i'll stay but i feel alive with you and i fe
el some
kind of heaven when i feel deep inside her i feel some

just a fucking disaster
Complaining bout always just being depressed
And I'm acting like I am the nail to the hammer
They call me the catcher

California Slang

Never Shout Never

Indigo

2012

only knew her by first name
She had a deep down southern accent
But spoke California slang
She wore shorts too short
A shirt too tight
I lost

To sit upon my high horse You knocked me down
Call me Saul
How You choose me when I wasn’t choosing You
So perplexing could have used the word
Confusing

not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page

Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in

by myself on the sofa
I ain't giving in just yet this ain't over
Living in sin need a four leafed clover
And some closure, hold composure
While my

on want that
I don't care if that pussy fat,
A small list of standards that I live by, I don't really break that
Never jumped on music to earn me no plaque

to follow groups
I can never do that shit all by my lone make money moves
Money moves I stack it tall
Making plays I got to ball
Hitting licks in rental cars

your ass hot like a light
Bub-rub-a-dub, three bodies in a tub
OK, go get the men, with the white gloves
You can call it business but I'm.. personal

Got my niggas in the ride 
We ain't seeing no police 
That's what I call a small victory 
Pull up party looking tight 
No one trying to fight my

flows- all amiss
Call it quits caught against Scott Sliuazis and Psyopsogist
Jamming flows down your esophagus cough and spit
As if choking on a cantaloupe

faster whut makes you tha leader
See if, we all drop truth bombs and author it y
Is split decisions made by man make man made decisions split wide
Open

my process, yo.

I remember driving down the Sydney freeway
Wu-Tang blaring then Tech N9ne, thatʼs what we played
Two peas in a pod, pun by pun relay

a tooth
Me and doe slide infinity coupe
Book us for a show we come as a group
Smoke good gas got me feeling like snoop
Oh yea He the move let me call up goo

down by the ones I've trusted
How can I believe there's justice
Every time I thought man fuck this
In here I've never known what luck is
Go through

Livestock drop from the sickness that I got when I pass by
That's right, my shit is the plague, mister; a Citizen Kane figure
They take liquor, mix it with

praying for some better luck
Shit I'm just getting started man I'm just whipping off the rust
Rhyme so crazy if I had a tux they probably call me lux
Trust,

Jerusalem's Choir

Kane's River

Same River Twice

2003

people can't you hear the sound 
Of the angels in Jerusalem's Choir"
I've been told, I've heard it said
When they call your name on the rolls

fools
Actin' like we ain't got stress to tell off
And like ? pockets he's deep
And he can pay his bail off
I'ma hit my lick, bit by bit
Kick my shit, 'til

I stood there and I waited
Looked into the black abyss of my pupils, and thought to myself- what is this thing that We call life
When we baptize

and these sticks we been playing round' with
Call up JSU tell em that we the new band
Put a button on my glock when I up from the hip
And I let that bitch rip

always like this, never thought i'd fall this deep
All mystique is long gone, i'm in a hole and my call is weak
But the people just don't listen to a bum

Crystal Clear

Royce da 5'9"

Lucky 7

by the bell
You know that sloppy face, that's a crooked occupation
I'm wearing a crooked Ferragamo belt
I'm looking for Tatyana Ali, to get my jockey