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than those Devas?

No Sire, not at all.

I want my king to be immortal.

So we can easily take down Devas with our great army.

My Lord...

By doing

on these beats and I walk like my name was Kodak.
Sweetie don't want this blow back,
Her man is on my nut sack.
He off that Cardi mixed with lemonade I call

By the power of The Living God and in the name of Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour, I make these declarations loud and clear:

1. My mind is free!

Wayne
Got four g's in my pocket, gone spend forty k on a chain
Easy, all of yall nigga's is cheesy
Your shordie calling me sweetie
Cause I'm too cheeky
I

Got the women telling me that I ain't cute
But my Mom thinks I am so bitch fuck you
I got mad swag
I got hella ice
2 bags from the Irving just to be

The Hate and the Blame

Planetary

Heavy Lies the Crown

2014

E.S. can make it happen
Blatantly breaking your back and
Rappers are fake when they're clapping
Cartridges this artist is a narcissistic arsonist

Feeling the will of my piece,
Your fear - it's calling an army of demons,
I'm here!
I'm here!

Yeah - it's gon' be coward season,
Pulled by the will

Tea for Two

Art Tatum

The Complete Capitol Recordings of Art Tatum

1997

Tea For Two
Tony Bennett
(Irving Caesar/Vincent Youmans) 

I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have invented my own.
Darling this

Tea for Two

Art Tatum

Hot Jazz [Fremeaux & Associes]

2003

Tea For Two
Tony Bennett
(Irving Caesar/Vincent Youmans) 

I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have invented my own.
Darling this

She wanna pill still
She wanna butt-lift
I'm rolling hella weed
Seeing different colours
Flew her from Berlin
My bitch is devialet
Molly inside red

at Hurricane Dorian
Blowing missiles back to the word of vainglorious
You sissy
Nigga, this is for us by us
Why you put yours up? I put up my cup
Survivors

night, uh
It's on you and me, if I'm gon' shine
Not stoppin' day by day, night by night, yeah
It's on you and I, Moonz and the ARMY right (my hands up)

should have taught her
Brainwashed and shackled by the lies they peddle eternally
How am I gunna rouse my army to free humanity
While all my sheeple are

are blind leading the blind
Far from reality, D. Fakes a crime?
Getting so real 
what is the truth
Sooner or later we don't know who is who
Be advised

rise to the top its natural to brace for the fall
This trek is full of peaks and valleys to endure
Rapping at my age I've been made to believe I'm beyond

or shall I diss her?
I'm sick of this scandalous shit I deal with
Tryin' to paint a perfect picture
My memories of jealousy no longer carefree
'Cause so much

hell
Prophecy
This is a cult, scream with me
Flesh and bone will never stand in my way
Army of the abysmal, this is your new home
Internally embodied by

an emotional wreck the notion of step
Is jus' like that moment you slept
You got severed
You should o' never came close to this mess

Y'all can't, we can

with no faking
Ghetto to my marrow, then
Ease on back to Crooklyn
Hold it, as loot in my timbs and army suits
Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now brothers

for you like Safari 
Your downfall brightens up my day like de Zerbi 


I've got me an army but this ain't no purple heart 
Cookin up this fire like if

I have fucking AIDS!
Oh my lord, I'm 'bout to queef!
Jay- Jay Cactus
Brother, what is this nonsense you're speaking?
I don't understand a single

And Heigh-Ho from the vines
Of goodwill
Best fill a worthy cause
Pause the applaud as I
Pass this on to
Mr unhappy occasion

It is I
Death
Why is my presence
So

transformed into boulders 
Took me a year or eight but you got to get the total 

New bloggers, old problems again
So it's back to no good in this booth it is

Dress to Kill

Killarmy

Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars

1997

black boots
        Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x)

Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour from my jaws, lyric sause   
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