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Junky rap, depression shit ya either O.D or slit ya wrists listenin'
The program needs a reboot and I'm the perfect candidate to kill switch it
New
The doors of the church are now open
You may come as a letter of Christian experience
Or a candidate for baptism
Do I have one?
One who will say that
make
Taking soldiers and creating Manchurian Candidates
Paying scientists to torture innocent folks
Experimenting with drugs so different symptoms are
Manipulate candidates go poly with ticks through hip-hop
We express discuss from mistrust
Passed on by dick jocks we're bound to lick shots
Noo Age sound we
a game that I can hardly win
Were we feeling some sort of connection?
Or did I jump in way over my head again?
But I'm just a candidate that took a run
Its evident that i be running shit just like a president
My Pen is Heaven sent it got me fucking up the candidates
And im just bringing heat like i be
the rubble
Need a candidate that ain't bout making money bubble
But instead we got Trump a real, real estate mogul
Confusion, got us living in they false
records like it's the 1950s
Are you kidding me? you think that's a top candidate
The emoluments clause is real
Nancy Pelosi looking like Skeletor
Candidates to die
For pleasing God
I don't want
New millennium prophecies set the
World on chaos and fire
Orientation missing
Intellect denial
But
girl
Yeah yeah
Na mi say call me that girl
Baby girl na you be my candidate You gat me in the mood
Baby girl you gat me active
Actually you gat me
You’re not that wrong
You don’t belong
You are the best candidate for freedom
You were fearfully and wonderfully made
(You were fearfully and wonderfully
to amputate
Yeah that was my dog but he ran away
Lil hoe I'm lit like a candle date
My pockets stuffed full of dead candidates
Yo bitch at my crib asking can I
it
It manifest
Only clothes in my closet
No skeletons
Number one candidate
If you like to add elements
Light work
You can call me Edison
My temper
a nation but no I’m not an elected candidate
Speak too much truth and the consequences is damaging
Couldn’t stand to leave my parade in a fuckin’ ambulance
dream machine
Stealing from your gallery
Still in line patiently for
Candidate Kennedy's photograph row
How did they all know?
Mary we can dance slow
I
the facts
If they make me look better
Didn't think it was possible
Now I can't believe it
If thats your best candidate?
This is gon be easy
First, we
can a body take? Alpha status always at stake
If for some reason can't relate, you might be a candidate to
Be the odd one out. Total outcast no doubt
okay
I am not your candidate
Nor a man who advocates
Instant hate
Via keyboard interface
She a fake
Eighteen days ago demanded my restraint
Orders
underneath the sand I'm a candidate
That truly landed in a pile of shit that's newly laminate
I can be rude but ambient
Something that I need maybe turnin
even manage it
Negotiate peace to free Release Candidates
The beat's in the speakers so we're gonna rock it
And peak off the meters 'cause we gotta rock
the one my mom would tell me keep an open eye
The streets is looking for candidates to go and pull a nine
I was in love with the money I wanted all of it
I
Got cookies in your beard
Hand me some milk
Jimmy Christmas Cheer
Turbofeet, on the beat, gettin' it done
And I'm officially the candidate for havin'
holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it,
I can't take anymore of it.
I think it's time we find a new way to pick a president.
So tell the candidates: cancel the debates,
haul the TV ads,
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