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Look at my role models...
Who I wan be? Shakru
You sure?
Play ya cards right maybe you'll change your life by the summer
Young man you been
the fucking lane
Put you to blame
Born into the game
Been here for years and ain't nothing fucking changed
You look deranged
And yet the same
Y'all
These stolen lands were built by swollen hands
You see I freed myself
Because the trauma I transformed to get here
Would cause too many casualties if I
think I'm cute then she fucking
I keep it quite fresh fits cause I'm plugged in
Off the syrup not my aunt but i be thuggin
It ain't nothing
I just Mix
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you're
the dough
Make a show for it
We make a show for it
We make a show for it
This right here's going on 'til we die
This right here's going on so we vibe
And let
goes
Shit is cold, shit goes
We know, but we here for the dough
Make a show for it
We make a show for it
We make a show for it
This right here's going
goes
Shit is cold, shit goes
We know, but we here for the dough
Make a show for it
We make a show for it
We make a show for it
This right here's going
love,
Saved by love, saved by love.
I know that she's been saved by love,
Saved by love, saved by love.
Saved by love.
There's nothing quite like
over em, right though em, right on top of them??.
I crush their face?.'cause it?s easy?'cause their nothing ?.'cause their nothing
??. little
That's gonna burn you after you're dead
Why, the devil is right here on top of this Earth
And he's giving you hell everyday
And you're still too dead
wear everyday and
Y, why not?
To fight's not right that I recite and I'm
Quite polite like Walter Cronkite"
Well, just about then, Trevor, my friend
wear everyday and
Y, why not?
To fight's not right that I recite and I'm
Quite polite like Walter Cronkite"
Well, just about then, Trevor, my friend
the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's no fun at all out here in the hall
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Mister moonlight
know you mean nothing,
Come on over here and I'll show you something,
You're my drug and I'm loving everything that you do
Coz I want you right here for
Burtram, burtram redneck!
Jimmy:
I'm an awful nice guy.
Worked all day in the sun.
I'm a roofer by trade,
Quite a bundle I've made,
I'm a unionized roofin'
is really popular in the UK. And he's also been the record producer for some massive bands like U2 and Dave Matthews. I DM'd him about what happened
by the door
With a knife in my hand
And a most devious plan
It would be quite grand
As the mail fell through the slot
The sharp edge he got
Oh,
Nights with the lights out, days in the hole
Mind wonder quite how I stayed in control
Tracing my name in the face of the stone
And I might turn up
This a night terror
Anything can happen right here.
What a nightmare
Anything here goes that I fear.
That ain't quite fair
Been pulling and holding
some 'Nam vets shell, shocked
Who never quite got right, now they inhale rocks
On my block, , it's like the world don't exist
We stay confined to this
(keyboards)
Scott thunes (bass)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Well well well, now, dis de nasty sucker dat be respondable fo de enwhiffment o de origumal potium. now
Yo J. Scott
I always said that pendulum gonna swing back around
And cats are gonna wanna hear some real, vibin', old school type shit ya know?
but they be all up on me when I'm in the city though
Bright lights, nightlife, light magic, right heights, quite nice, so classic,
Hype sights type
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