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Spirit knocks your soul probably run (Probably runn!)
If you read the first verse, there is Proof in 1:1(Facts!)
We ain't start by big bang, that's theory

to set a whole entire country into a frenzy hold up
Whatever niggas wanna do, niggas wanna try
Fuck it, I'm better than the best of them
King Kong

about now all my thugs around the world
If you love reggae music I want you to do this

Check it out, yo
Ah, put your lighter in the air, right, right
Put

got put it on hold
Feel the vibe, feel the bass
Feel the treble in the place
Got your skates string up, so let's skate
For goodness' sake
Don't take

Mural

Lupe Fiasco

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

like cartoons, southern cities with large moons
Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms
Apologize for my weird mix
What taste like hot

a gat
and these hoes, you can't love em
even though a motherfucker wanta kiss and rub em
watch your back, cause gats go rat-tat
but mind your own

I've been through the turmoil of life
Through good and bad I know you were always by my side
My love for you is more than divine
So i'm thanking you

We cannot be moved
We've stood by for too long
Watched as friends became enemies and tore us apart
Complacently we watched our country dissolve
No

Jihad for love
And I just might pull your freakin' card for love
Make you sing 'Hey Love' like my man King Son
I freak the art noise
Over all you toys

I'm So Good That I Don't Have to Brag

Shel Silverstein

I'm So Good That I Don't Have to Brag!

1965

an adding machine to count up all the women I've ruined for other men
Now compared to me, Paul Bunyan is a screamin' fag.
I can shift more gears and pump

What we learn from teachers is reason to flirt
With cynical people; really love to hurt
The middle is me. See we freed from the dirt
The vision is kings

Hitman for hire here's the proof
If you my dawg then roof
See I'm permanently scarred
But I'm still a child of GOD
That's why I go so hard
Put it down for

a loan
California King bed for me to topple on
Driveway paved with cobblestones for me to hobble on
By the road, I Geronimo through the climate zone
Five

as unforgiveness
You can't frighten vultures they've seen it all
Inspiration isn't sitting in a bar that's death by life
Blindman told me seeing is for beginners
I'd

screaming in hell
No such thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be

thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real

Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste

But they won't even give us back our own countries
Every entrance to a door
Has a footprint left by the ones that came before
Let's talk about

the fuel to inspire you to prevail
And I speak the truth to this because I'm living proof of it
You see, the American Dream is for those that push through

80 for the frames on the eyes of a king
Eyes out for the shirt, iPod for the ring
That's the iPhone
Bad bitches wanna bite me like a python
I'm in your

ya
Mix that shit w the bacci QuickTime cah
I'm not sure if I mentioned this, I get kicks when I spit about demented shit
Next to this are my love for

to prose and now he writes tales for posterity
What became of the page's name to this day remains a mystery
Sticks and stones may break your bones but

go by that
Turn to countless years do you stay silent?
Lost with understanding that you have no meaning
With all the love I urge you to see

Tell Me

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

The Main Ingredient

1994

she can ride the man who's born to be sextified
Study my flicks if only chicks knew the mix for better brands
When power lands the sister had other

already seeing it
They hungry for drama
You know I ain't feeding it
Bleeding it, they thinking Retro is Blueface
Not Cali', it's Gotham, I'm Two-Face
Run