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up with a mask
Feel my knuckles of brass, thru the window glass
Imma break u
Smashed in the face
Damn, disgraceful

WASTE MAN
Prolly gotcha bitch

Love Song

Jean Grae

Attack of the Attacking Things

2002

closer
Dudes approach her
Lightly
Want to be her lover and she obliges
Likes to cuddle under the covers by candlelit fires
Oblivious to lying schemes

every week
It is my method on how I eat
I do not deal with this fuck niggas
These niggas be acting like bitch niggas
All by myself I'm that one nigga

Dope lines, bullet holes, homie
Is you sleep? Yeah, you better wake up then
You ain't gettin it
Get a job, cake up then!
If the nine don't work
Throw

hate cause its me
But damn lil buddy can preach
Im dunking and swishing kapeshe
Roll dutches im on to the leaves
I get the bag nigga
Im baggin like im

and she want me to beat it up
Like I got to keep it tucked
If the Ruger jam up, on bro I'ma beat him up
Like these niggas can't tweak with us
That's Bands

hand
Forgive and forget and sleep in the sand
With the fat moon shining like a big brass band
Wanna laugh with my buddy and shake her hand

Cause I'm

support
So let us in, my nigga
It's just me, plus four
Feels like we end up with
Nothing
When we start getting it all
Feels like it's better
When you mind

If you run up on me nigga then you gettin' hit
I ain't like you goofy niggas, nah you funny bitch
I go stupid on a beat, it's that dummy shit
Never

my heart is wicked
God is always working
I need him all the time
Cause these demons always lurking
Often I feel like I'm lost
And it's exhausting
I go

trust the process
Dick dive deep like loch ness
Gotta big ego not modest
Body of a goddess she flawless
Candles by the tub it's exotic
Topic of your

crib so I got me some coochie
Diamonds they dancing on me like it's hopscotch
I'm making bangers I'm making them top-notch
Smoke in the air so it feel

to bite on the boy
Kiss teeth
Mxm...I ain't beggin' for your praise, bitch please
Mxm...Boss Twxyn hit me up like "this beef!" (mhm!)
"Mxm...keep it quiet,

Can feel her in the atmosphere
I'm tryna focus but it seems
The devil steady tryna talk in my ear
And making it clear
But I'm gonna go get my bands up

soul, for some weed and some gold
Just to keep, up with the young feeling old
Tryna fit, in Hollywood like a mold
Fuck what niggas done told you 
L.A. can

Just like a big brass band
That makes me want to sing

It’s not rocket science
It’s not as if we’re swallowing the sun
just a little artistic/poetic/

They say Were heating up, light a match y'all can feel the rush
We hold the light to reach the goals of what we dreaming of
And For me, it's packed

multiple ac’s
If she throw throw it I catch it like AB
Catch me throwing up jumpers on state street
When I ball feel taller AD
Chameleon flow ever changing

on the phone cause I think her time up
Wish that she chill cause she not gonna make it
Brass on my waist cause I know that she wasted
Probably should stop, all

'cause boy I'm thundering
I'm one hun' degrees, she's one to tease, but always comes to please
And by some decree, quite wondrously, it's always up to me

precede
Fucking up everything, won't accept defeat
Fucking up money just like
It's Mac and cheese stack my cheese
Feel like a plumber the way I pipe it
I

masquerades on the avenues, no brass bands, no bamboo knocking, no wrist, no rubber, no steel, no color, the city seems ghostly bare

So he asks the dust

(INTRO)

Fucc it I'ma get this off my chest

(FLOW)

This ain't ready mix
I'm God tier wit a teaspoon of devilish
Pioneer in all I do like the early

Blow Your House Down

U2

Achtung Baby

1991

How does it feel 
When you feel her, let it go 
"Break." 
"Turn that guitar up there." 
Sugar sugar sugar sugar sugar 
Sugar sugar sugar sugar