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elevator
MotherFucker
Bande de Sucker
Joue pas au soccer
G I’m a Baller
Splash in their Bubbles
Baby just wiggle
I eat the waffle
Ready for raffle
Catch by

We are water held by glass
This relation might be fair
But one day we'll evaporate
We'll expand out from this trade
We will float without weight
With

To Answer Every Call
And Through It All
You're By My Side For Life...

Sha La La, La La La
Let's Grow Old Together
Sha La La, La La La
We're Unstoppable

the kitchen 
Call some homies over 
You know they down to match something
Roll a personal out of each other's batch it's all love
Music playing
Covert Coup by

I hear their call, conspiring heretics
Alone
You got my number put down the crucifix
Everyone has got their reasons
Everyone has got a choice but you

the war is never done, i pray someday we overcome 
And when my mama calls me home, tellin me that we had won

We're from the land where we sing when we talk

It is not enough to be dumbstruck
You must have the words in that head of yours

Tell me a piece of your history
That you're proud to call your own

Driving through the abyss in my beat up car
Ash on my seats and smoky fun
Fooled by tricks only "the police" don't know
Cracking up heads and losing

All eyes are on her 
When she passes all the mens
Call her Hi!! Hi!!
But she only wanna 
Be by my side !!
Hey Mamacita,
I ain't got no time for this

Sad that I
Given time
Could heal myself in you
And shouldn't fight to
Sacrifice thin air
And call it my
Own objective truth

Then take your mom
Who

be like
Walking a tight rope
So instead we let the balance beam
Now that we
Got this thing by the mic yo
It’s time to push back fallacies
How yo dreams

1953, post-war Chicago
Tensions flared, exploding staccato
A fair skinned lady, her name was Betty
She dared to call it home, marauding mobs were

Listening for the sound of Your voice
Stillness my soul surrenders to Your call
Open my eyes to see Your glory
Show me LORD that I can have all

To the future boyz
Coming with the sauce
We making noise
Give em all the toys
Man with the cause
Open all the doors
Pull all the straws
Cancel all your calls
I

We swore infallible our curse is still a myth
Torn by the hatred this prophet still exists
We will rebel against their scriptures and their creed
No

So call your so-called friends
I might belong into your bed
Seduced by your careless ways
Space between our beds
All into your eyes
Is just a pain

Everywhere we go we just like

We had some hard times but these moments are timeless
The years pass by but these traditions become priceless
Pursuit

rise inside of me

Time went by and now I realize that nothing has changed

Those adventures have an impact in my everyday life

He has never abandoned

call, there's nothing left to know 

Pen on paper, line lies up in a row 

Make sweat, lose blood, night I stem the flow 

One glass, three times, water

It's the taste of day-old coffee
It's the call that's not returned
It's the thought that keeps your sleeping light
It's the lesson you can't learn

waiting by the door
Like an old dog
Waiting for love
Slides trough the window of her bedroom
She just dances alone
Found myself running trough the mist
I

hard when they said down to ride
Only trust in me myself and just I
Can’t destroy ever what we call this thing of ours
Well connected all over through

on snowy
By that time it's too late for sorry
You wasting your money
You wasting your life you're a zombie
Call me Gandhi with raps and the stats
I won't be

its mail
Arm n' Hammer in his nails
Whipping soda, Kenan, Kel
Try to meet me outside
You aint saved by the bail
GSG raise hell, it ain't never hard