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we should go?

Meet me where we can dream, down by the river

Everybody's got a dream, down by the sea

Meet me where we can dream by the river

Who

on his garment
Stash of rap, no lesson

For head rhyme niggas think
They got nine lives
Hit them 9 times, explicit forecit crimes
Yo this for my bitches

miss
Yeah this life we live such a gift
If you want this life there's some risk
Take the time and create a hit
Now you're vibing right here like this

they're gonna' get
I'm sick of everybody talking
I'm the type to walk up in your crib and act as if I live there
You won't see me in that bitch unless your

But when I add weight to it  
They don't really like me 
Everybody let's the sun go down quietly 
As those with price tags walk by in the streets

to breath
Ask George Floyd
He was choked by the T’s
His last breath
With a throat full of knees
So now we got the hood screaming
Fuck the police
Where I’m

death by electrocution's like life in New York, isn't it?
Shoulda been a dentist, mom said it
Pain's the way that my craft expresses
Born in a little

SOUL purpose ft immortal Technique -
"The Other White Meat"

Immortal Technique: the profile of
A wanted man
Persecuted everywhere by the Blue Klux

feel alone you can hit my line
Welcome to the "i" this is the floor with no flaw
In here lives light, tears of joy from the eye
I smile when you smile,

words
It's bars going over heads in verses that I doubt you heard
After work I hit the studio where every hours earned
I never leave until I've perfected

to live this life
You need to do it, carefully
I know lucy daring me
Tempting me to sell my soul
So I can have the merry things
I give my girl my heart

Damn, that shit was awesome
On top of a car with my brother
Pointing at the crowd, everybody loved us
Singing bout riding downtown
Going toe-to-toe with

Tbh
Written and performed by Derrell


FLIGHT FLIGHT
Rell
You Listening?


It’s still death before dishonor
What it’s supposed to be? (what it's

Lord I feel sick inside
Slowly seeing less reason for me to be alive
Living in sin when I know the truth
I don't know if there's a point reaching out

High
We was just gettin' by
And drive-bys robbed my homies
Of their young lives i never did cry
And even though I had pain in my heart
I was hopeless

whippin'
Pimp stolen' the automobile, and the roof for the tag missin'
Polices try to pursue me; it's nothin' but gas-given
Addicted to fast livin', yes,

start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace, 
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer

Gangstafied

Master P

7 Sins

1996

start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace, 
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer

Tryna be a force in this rap game

Tried to juggle it all did it everything by myself
Ain't have the funds for shit so I was locked inside a drought

Hit

I was supposed to be (Yea)
Baby I don't need you but lately it fucking seems like it
Yea I don't know about you
You just hit my phone
What you mean by

Architecture look like Bridgeport
Man, we gotta think less and live more

I might just go waste my life, but at least I'll have stories to tell
I been blowing

Robert Horry
Everybody in our business, where the fuck is Maury
How the fuck they know the truth if they got different stories
They don't know bout me

there for good luck, and listen up
The following was all said by
Jesus Christ at some point:

I was drivin' down the street
When the police came to me

and she acrobatic In the pot, I got her back flippin
Gotta move right at this point, everybody gettin' hit
And they snitchin' on the crack business, huh