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on my intersection where niggas shoot bullets
I live in the actions uh
Mama I'm rolling back
I put my soul in rap pray I'm on the map
I was just holding

I don't like the brown paper bag comparison, which conveys
That if you are lighter then the brown paper bag you're light skin
And if you're darker,

not defined by the body that we are "in"
Or rather, the body that we "are"
Then we can, in turn, learn to live governed not by the external stimuli our

Beasts from the East

Redman

Love, Peace & Nappiness [Clean]

1997

I'm living life as a gamble
Living in the rotten apple, yo where every corner is rotten
To all my niggas rest in peace, see you gone but not forgotten

They tend to misunderstand
The paper man with scissor hands
Who watches the hourglass for grains of sand
To fall and fall again, as he pretends
That

Mob ties, living legend the live
That's what I go by
And the lean double sealed
Pour the whole thing in the soda
Won't fall away, my nigga
Pull up

shine
Come correct but regrets tend to climb
On the run I seek bliss through the grime
Through the stress I compress or I try
Minute by minute I'm

exist
The only way to live
Is with a blade in each fist
Fuck your wet paper bag
I'm hackin' through your meat instead
I gotta eat
The stock market's

Studio, yeah 
I'm in the studio 
Yeah in the studio
Yeah, I'm in the studio 

I live my life in the studio 
I live my life in the studio 
I live my

(G8, play that one again bro)
Still step with the latest drips
I ain't really one for the talking
'Less it's all about paper flips (Ayy)
(Still step

Ass hole
And it made it 
So much fuckin wider
Falser than a term rider
Smooth like an apple cider
Fooled the ones who picked it up
Cuz it got them so

on an escalator
Don't see the success of a real game changer
Whose your savior when you're in danger
Can't wait 'till later gotta get that paper
Neighbors

Momma ask me, do I live the shit I rap about ?
Certain extent
But I love the shit they cap about
Serve through the tints
Just a self made baller

even livin right
Lost my feelings Rodney died, that's why I'm always catching flights
Cuz was always by my side, just tellin me to live my life
Used

the past is the past
I'm packing bags and I'm gathering
My shit to get up out of this place
There ain't support so I face the truth and then I parade
My way

slain
By my own thoughts, Paper thin
I could fold into cranes
These girls could line me up
Why do You still choose me?
I hand myself in, on our Father,

Let's go
Fuck everybody
This is how we gon' do it though
Soon as I walk out the door
Straight to the paper I go
Get it like that's all I know
Believe

That’s Alright 

I’ve lived by a mountain, I’ve lived by the ocean
Now I live by a lake where nothing is flowing 
I’m not coming or going and that’s

Louie V
She ain't basic
She want that Body By Raven Tracy
She want that new Chanel ona Daily
Keep a money bag
You keep it Ari baby
And I left out the city

live, gon' live) 

Tell me what you think about that
I been on a money mission
Chased down by these pretty women
They all tryna get in my bag
No no no no

I don't wanna kuff her
I swear I don't trust her I think she might cheat
Dis one luh bihh gangsta but dis luh bihh stay by da ops 
I be risking my

to
You made for me and I was made for you
I'm won't the love and the paper to
To bundle by a fireplace with you
I get the bag and the cake for you
I get

mmm!
Keke just don't know
She got a business for her business
Doin' numbers by the minutes
If she flattered Ima bag her
Know her booty gettin' fatter
Had

heat, all my hitters on go
Money moves, do that shit on the low
Back home, they be hating, they already know
I'mma get to that bag, flip that shit, make