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and wild and we are shining, you see only glow
Shine
Plan is on, we gonna rule this fucking world
Wooo
If you wanna scream, so let it go
Ley it go
Don’t

out to stay
No more scratching the neck agaisnt the microphone stand
Die by the evil hand of electropop

Rock is flatlined all over the towns I can see

to touch our wears
Pushing
Their girls to talk to us like, "Go, go
Go over there" ("OK!")
"Hug his body and get the autograph" By
The time he tried to holler

okay
When I realize life is life, they gon' judge you either way
See, I was born and raised in these hills I call home
By a single mother tryna keep it

tamed by your lasso
Saw your snaps and they just reeled me in
And then I started to feel the T T T Tingling
Yo I began to think too much (too much)
Cause

The villain's the star
With my hot British accent rolling my r's
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Rollin' in my getaway car
Go ahead and try to chase me
But you won't get far my

is possible, I rap for days in different ways they say it’s not canonical
I’m excommunicated from the rap game, because I don’t play by their rules
I

and then I go out
I watch everybody go by their day
Sometimes I wonder where do they go
I never knew but now I do know

I hear and listen watch and see

to the left
Hold up give me a sec let me catch my breath
I’m 180 over 125 i’m too wild that’s why
My blood pressure’s high
Feel like I can touch the sky

Give

the nigga treated me like trash
Living life hard, no whole cash
Wanna get it on hundred, over rest
17 03, yeah
They want me live me life on D, yeah
Give my

Upset with me cus i want nice things it aint never been a secret i need some patek philip shit. i need a rolls with a deep tint i need to go out

eyes
Decide
To turn and look 
A different way
City swarmed by demons
Shadows grabbing phoenix
Hands coming beneath them
Panicking in cities
Reptilian

Do you like that shit, baby do you like that
All these pussy niggas worried about theyselves
She decide to call me daddy by herself
I fold the sheets

everybody mad at us
Don’t cross the line cuz over here we cooking hazardous
This shit is wild
World burning down like black and mild's
I’m scrolling through

Street
Who call themselves The Fugs

In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs

crazy ass Crooklyn kids
'Cause they always throwin a body on my lawn
I'm gettin' a Rott-weiler, without a collar
Get off my block boy and give me

men came hurrying through,
While Britannia's sons, with their long range guns,
Sailed in by the foggy dew.

3.
It was England bade our wild geese go

like lil' bros, they my mini Me's
I never worry 'bout a rapper, let him take a chance
Tell him we can do the tango
I don't even dance
If you know me

go up
And he looked at me and smiled and he said you're a good child
He looked at me and said you're a good child and he took off into the wild
You

Hop in a new whip, still ain't sober
Nah we're new bitch still ain't over
You cannot leave me, I'm something like Hova
Stay in the game like I got

Time to Build

Mic Geronimo

The Natural

1995

fuckin block 
Word is bond I go on 
I'm breaking MC's with vocal tones over real rap songs 
Insane in the brain nothing left to gain 
Grab the mic up

paved
And the heirlooms come around

You wanna be my friend then
Tell me why your face descends
When I go by and you pretend
That we're all happy now

But

Dreaming violet, something real vivid
We speak in colors, and I can't stop tripping
Got demons inside trying to kill in me 
My cup runneth over, no wonder

ski ronnie walker trained to go flame thrower
Drain from long range clutch
Game over over
Bismillah ir rahman ir rahim
Bismillah ir rahman ir rahim
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