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communion
E pluribus unum next time, find me
Communicating with Fidel Castro
Went from smoking
Newports to smoking Cubans whoo!
Rodan on your mind
He’s

tracks for the naughty
Take a seat on my lap
And let's get down to business
Tell me, little Eddie
What would you like for Christmas?

The Saint
He be

to quit,

Hit a lick, Fire spit, I'm serving van damme kicks 
Catchdubs on the beat So you know it's bout to be lit,
i'm Never losing, On the track I be Ivan

sent ballistic missiles to our base attack
World war 3 was on the urge and if it is its a wrap
But was it just distractions just cover some tracks
From

the whole stage lit up brighter than beforе
Twenty thousand came to see this bitch perform
Thеy call me Bragga making money on your corpse
Summer's calling

You Never Know

Immortal Technique

Revolutionary, Vol. 2

2003

McDonald's and did-dick
Smoking weed with thoughts of envy, whenever they lit it
She smoked intelligently and they bit it, always trying to copy
But when

Gold Coast

Rich Brian

Head in the Clouds II

nights I turned upside-down in my camera
Sleepin' just to get a little pause from all this noise

Up in my temple, close my eyes, pretend I'm

Good Vs Evil

Mad Child

Lawn Mower Man

gon' have a little exorcism
I'm a fuckin' super beast with gamma x-ray vision
It's good versus evil
Bax War Fam is understood by the people
Ain't

Golden Mic

Aceyalone

Cater to the DJ

1999

"Aceyalone? What to do?
 Hang up on the motherfucker, fuck that fool"
Said he wants all the styles you took
Nigga actin like he wrote the book
By the tone

we got guns with bine in
And she knows what it is when the seats are reclining
Hood chicks wanna know if I got beef with the 9ers, no
Started from

Lucas With the Lid Off [Original Mix]

Lucas

Lucas with the Lid Off

1994

repeat my voice to the beat 

When you hear the track again 
Make up your own words 
'cause the rhythm is a conduit 
To break and split from

shit up first 
N don’t flinch lil nigga put yo chin up jerk 
Take this whoopin like a man hope it get you back on track 
Don’t do what they expecting you

for the shining to start 
They all treat me like Simon 
Do what I say From the start
And Just like a siren 
I keep it lit in the dark 
Got impeccable

Aye, it's DubDaddy on the track
Not a rapper, but I thought I'd have a crack
Another song, another bar, another stack
We keep coming back now we're

Okay, my fan base be waiting on me
I'm gettin lit cuz everyday somebody hatin on me
Just threw another chain, another bracelet on me
Won't call

Fuck the tracks, grab steel and copper
Pocket rocket, party popper
The tubs long man shave down the top half
Blue lights man speed from the cop car

already wavy!
They know I'm already wavy!
They know I'm already wavy!

I been dope like the 80s
You know I'm already wavy
You know I'm already crazy
From

Newspapers lying by the door
I don't miss you anymore
I took the elevator down from the thirteenth floor
And you ain't thinkin' about me

I read

from
No one, slomo, once I track you clown then the hunt done
I don't go broke, but I stashed two thou with a gun hun (Just in case)

I got just

they're about 
Always got a plan if not then I figure it out
From young been the man
8 years old was running my house

People are gonna hate on you and it's

capsules come down
The D's run in they crib, ain't nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for heat? Nah, they don't even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em

the shit man
(We were the shit) my wrist lit big flame
(Big flame) big Forgy switch lanes
(Switch lanes) one for the money
Bitch bring two for the gang

the f out my way

i heard the lies on top of lies, surprize the boy cried wolf, but I seen the paw tracks, and it wasn't all that
I think it's time

I'm spending
I can tell she wanna fuck by the way that she grinning
The chain on neck it be shining on my linen
I anit loosing I'm winning plus I'm high