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Feet off the ground
I’m levitated by your style
I don’t know where 
I’ll fly but you do me good 
Don’t you do me no harm
I got to hold them

playin’ when it comes to flavour

Wonder
The style so fly
Why
Spirit guided by the most high
See
Magic on the rise
Let me come through blazing
Vision

turns to me and smiling
Quizzically she asks me if I see them too
Funny but my colors are few
She's looking at rainbows
La di da da da di da
La di da da

tao me a querer vir dar bite sem ter wifi 

Toda a dica é highlight 
Barras viram muay thai, 
You gon see that bright Light when i drive by 

Na

Yeah
Well this is the voice of the general dem call Patonranking
Alongside killer producer DJ Maphorisa
Kylee to the yellow me l sing say style (Well

better, betting cheddar, Monty Hall on the doors
Linguistic mystic style was hitting crits that can't be ignored
But the ballistics hint my flight was

soul would never see my talent
Y'all figured by now that I would throw the towel in
Tellin' me repeatedly the genre's overcrowded
But some of these cats

Def Do Us Part

Funkytown Pros

Reaching a Level of Assassination

1991

cerebrum, it looks like there's somethin' missin'
We gotta fix that--Dev, hand me a track
Don't get scared, when we take notes, we'll put it back
Oh, my

Smokeout Conversations

Chelle

SmokeOut Conversations

2012

down and I got up
And guess what I finally know who I am proud parent with a wild appearance
Put a smile up in, you speaking of greats put my style up

Stop Diggin on da D-L

Esham

Maggot Brain Theory

she want the nigga with the big, fat nuts
A man is measured by the things that he has
And if you ain't got shit
Well I guess you ain't shit, unless
Yo

tears flow long as the nile
Since we drifted, mile after mile
She won't call my phone it's not her style

And I'm hearing that ohh la la la la la la oh la

spiked 
Don't worry bout how I live 
Ain't by my self I rock with steel 
So don't get rob ay don't get kill
Like can you really keep it real 
And no you

old style
Can you guess what’s coming next? Nothing good but sex
All I want is have you by my side, just one more night
Your soul and lips, the things I

the Man Behind the Mask.

and I saw a ghost
hide behind a silver wall
then shatter all that I've undone inside my head.

I think he's trying to tell me

Holding onto my breath so you won't hear no one
These eye bags translate to cash bags
accessorize your style with toe tags
You can't find me 'cause I'm

Walked up the hill
So that I could clear my mind
Surrounded by a world
Where the blind are intertwined

In this terrain
Nothing more is sacred here

Make you dance and sing
Cause an oil spill
You don't know us, but you will!

We're the members of the master race
Got no style, and we got no grace
Sleep

like me
More than I would have ever know
Gotta be that I gotta have you for my own
I cant seem to reach you
You always choose up when I choose down
Wish

guilty

I saw you making eyes at the street lights
Telling lies is the new style
Learn that trust is the old drug
Like static on a radio dial
Enslaved by

the vision girl you may take a peek 
Just don't let it leak, don't let it leak 
Hold you by your hips through your torso 
I notice that we end up here more so

Emerald eyes, ruby smile
Neon flash frames your style
See you when I close my eyes
Think that walk will make me blind
Hold me closer... Hold me 
Hold

Emerald eyes, ruby smile
Neon flash frames your style
See you when I close my eyes
Think that walk will make me blind
Hold me closer... Hold me Hold

Bands bands inside my head 
I swear we bout that action stay aware 
Sliding down yo block with a glock in my underwear
Si j'le fait negro j'le fait sans

she so mature
Think to myself damn you so immature
She the only thing that be on my conscience 
Sometimes I be loud & obnoxious 
She be screaming heem