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on the sign
And this world is mine
I want every piece
Whole cake
TF is a slice to me
Do you understand
Capiche
Listen when I speak
Lyrics flow over beats
Unsung

Bitch, I'm smoking gas in my chambers like it's the 
We're sorry, your lyric could not be completed because
"Ay you LIL DARKIE, nigga?"
And we

butt
Michael B. Jordan and Lauri Harvey broke up
Diddy had a daughter, congratulations my brother
Young Miami trendin' 'cause she not the baby mother

I

I chant my rhymes cuz I believe war it isn't even needed
Look at me I'm even Steven got three seasons I don't bluff
Call me Shia from Lebouf need

Da Bomb

Gravediggaz

The Pick, the Sickle and the Shovel

1997

a hundred twenty three nine hundred and ninety nine
thousand convicts
Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets
With nullified beef and combat swamp rats

Silent screams in the echo
Of the punishment
Pain
In the mind of the first son
Domestic war
Games
Violence...
Bullets no names
Game
And players with

Bow down
Respect will be giving
Royalty has arrived
So respect when I'm spitting

What's a god to a king
What's a king to a god

Peep
Got my brother

as the timeline shifts to
Eighteen-sixty-two

Three years before the Civil War was over, four years overdue
Which was only a hundred and twenty-one years before I

Ain’t Wastin’ Time No More
Scott Isbell in loving memory of Gregg Allman
Lyrics and Music by Gregg Allman
Originally performed by the Allman Brothers

You'll be mo' in line with Carter G tho 
He know bridge between Malcolm X and Carter 3 too 
c milli a milli Shawn Carter a billi a billi 
The level up for

because I'm still black just like Dr. Martin L. King "My brother."
Chorus
So skip hop Ka BOOM! let's skip all the stupid stuff. I was soft but the war made

were deaf after this one

Godena
Sitting on the pavement questioning my life
Left me on delivered hoping you reply
Fuck it I'mma snap you three times

has blackened my heart Been through hell and back
Been torn apart
It's a new day
New chapter, new page
Brother want war it's waged
New Tre, new rage
Not

Inspired by Biggie lyrics 
Black timbs & hoodies
Just feel good
In my spirit 
I've manifested
Devilish handsome
Banter 
Keep it smooth
Like I'm Frasier
I'm

a harpoon
So instead of using blade to sharpen you and your faith brothers and sisters
Please understand that I am not giving as much as I'm begging to be

then they know
Lyrics go'n lift, let me tell you that I'm on
I be spittin' hieroglyphics straight chillin' up in my zone
We'd of fought against

Come to da Party

KRS-One

I Got Next

1997

One, two, three

Come to da party, come to the dance
Everyone is fightin'
So they fired up, up and away
Come to da party, come to the dance

Hold tight the Grime Reaper on productions
Yeah
Big up my mum, my dad, my brother, my sister
Skepta serious
Hold tight Wiley, Boy Better Know jme

telekinetically
I burn heat with 3rd Degree emergencies, Urge Mcs with Urgency
Wage a whimsical war of written words with me
Prefer to eat the weak verbally
Speech

buck up to me
I could never snake up
My brothers you're crazy, you're buggin'
I still got a handful of grudges
I still think that nobody's
Better than by

we are not grinning
Man lift up your chin and see the face of the cunt when we steady making a million
My brothers are ready to ching and don’t test me

pick up my bible, I’m ready for war
We in America looking for more
I knock once or twice, then I’m kicking the door
I had to grow up before I could glow

know my lyrics but she love me for my ad libs
Pop a tab and I aint have no weed that was bad trip
Chanaynay on her feet my bitch too flee she spent some

at war
Three factions, me, myself and I, since I was born
If the Sith is the dark side, guess I'm right at home
If it's pitch black at night guess it's