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Won't call you back, baby
But maybe
Just maybe
With patience, my lawyer will
She standing outside my house
Throwing rocks
And I'm calling up Donald
Like,

way you can reproduce it
I got verse in my spirit cause I was raised by this music
Hit the stage with the fuse lit, set to aim at a few kids
No names

Breezing through cause the bag is finer
Then the other side I'm writing bars
I will never be behind them bars
Enticing exciting stars
All of that on a trip

No Cap Zone

Written By: Jason D Gaston pseudonym SO-LAR

Produced By: Jason Taylor pseudonym Bobby Dallas


Intro welcome to the CCE airlines this

got they bitch loose
Boy
And no I ain't no fiend but I will shoot
Boy
You know they call me Dee bitch I'm a D
Boy
These niggas swear they me they just

fulfilled in future
New Heaven New Earth the hope I can use it
Sing the new song I believe is true music
I wanna rap it and spread to the churches
Testimony

is illegal, my flow is legal.
And its me, there will never be a sequel.
See, I'm fly like a pelican.
And while I'm here, yeah, I'm gonna represent.
If

Classical music, that's how I wake up
Pergolesi's never stressin' me and Bach straight up
I rock cycling shoes
Seems to me like these labels be recycling

resentment
In the end paralyzed by the venom
It’s just what I expected yeah cuz nothin ever given
It’s tryna make a livin
It’s stay afloat swimmin
I stay

get music money in pounds and dollars
No pork, no pork where I'm from you've gotta
Dash from the coppers
Big fat stones and a hammer, ay
You will need

Illegal Music
Through this year we done made a few hits
I say we cos I know the truth is
You put me here (You put me here)

I don't ever wanna let you down

both by the heads and the tail oh my ya big guy chain them
To the bed post they scream and they cry who said I gotta get lit to talk shit
Bitch liquid is

on that? You a joke on tracks
You get killed by the shit that I ghost on tracks
Y'all don't even know half the shit I wrote on tracks
But time will tell,

For the Record

Shyne

Godfather Buried Alive

2004

slug might heat me tight
Pray to god while I'm gone, is what underneath feels like
It's my work by the surf when they turn off the lights

[Verse 2]
You

Everybody telling me I got the same shit same freak same thing in the music
Bitch
What you gonna sell me
Got my dope
Just say bye bye merci
Hey
Bas

hoes getting back on the dick

These niggas be pushing they doubt on me
I will not go out so cowardly
I been that nigga my mother been proud to see
So I

come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get up, get out, and get something… what are you waiting for?
And you already know I

I get deep throat
From over seas, over mountains and trees that lays a chamber and a capsule
Locked away with the key, and guarded by Ted Lee
Inside

And at the top, it gotta go
So either roll I take, I gotta bring the best out me
Keep tellin' myself I got the recipe
I make some music just for fun
To try to get

grateful 

For this world if you no love me, no be by force
Me I dey try my best, no be my fault 
Gone are the days when I still dey wear the same cloth 
All

Hello, I'm Brandon Carter
Shi-wait, lemme keep this pg
You don't know me, but you will
Yeah, ugh, woo!
I don't like you tellin' me no, then act like

My love is music cause nothing else completes me more
When I write the words come like rain when it pours
Music heals my pain, I'm stronger than I

My love is music cause nothing else completes me more
When I write the words come like rain when it pours
Music heals my pain, I'm stronger than I

'm stupid
Stressed, I'm blessed and possessed by the music
Put on my Nike's hop out and just do it
Ghetto influenced the streets I'm infused with
Beat I just