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A slight gust of wind blew over my head
And the candles were no longer burning when I glanced back up at the window
The street seemed even quieter now
I took

of my head
I stay in place too long
Won't make it out before I'm dead
Cause when she sip she want it all
She hit my phone
I get some texts
I miss some

all exposed
Bitches wanna be my boo like
I sleep with ghost

I just got thoughts in my head
That I should of been dead
Or maybe I am, I'll still fuck it

Poetry

Boogie Down Productions

Old School Flava, Vol. 2

Boogie Down Productions attempts to prove somethin'
I say hypothetical because it's only theory
My theory, so take a minute now to hear me

So what's

history of phone calls or texts
I heard the head was fye, from lil' bro
So I need it next
Ain't seein' my government name
'less it's on a check
Wrecked

to the head
Visions float inside my head
In the lab
Cooking bread
Cause of that
The ヤクザ around me
Wanna see me dead
Trying to see my family fed
Giving back

hearts I rip
Whitey Ford, Forty and White, lethargic ass dick head
I keep em comin while you runnin out of breath
Steady duckin while I'm punchin at your

Follow Me

Red One

Girlfight [Clean]

2000

towards the sun and
They keep shunnin', but I bow my head to The One and
I can't lie, so you for it, I want to fly
Up to the heavenly hills where love

to make it work with you but I was lacking then
I wanted more for us but hustlin was my passion then
I was working out with homies trynna practice wit em

it work with you but I was lacking then
I wanted more for us but hustlin was my passion then
I was working out with homies trynna practice wit em
Same

acoustics
an my lyrical schemes Is like a chemical solution
I'm a guillotine for riddims, Homicide producer
Deadly I'm Yakuza ,
wid a brain like I'm

em goofy niggas ain't no handouts 
In da bando bringing bands out
Fucked ya baby mother at my mans house
Stupid nigga better hold it down drum clip

usin' coffins
Try to fix the quota but my people moving targets
Why the strongest soldiers gotta live through life the hardest? (Tell me)
All out

Ayyyeeee
It’s a new day
Still clogged in my head
From these stains
Telling different stories
From Each state
People just grabbing
What you claimed

Engorging on my strife
Take a bite out of life
A slice of humble pie, 3.2 cus I'm
Rounding up my days
In theory we're ethereal
Floating on our

Straighten It Out

Pete Rock

Mecca and the Soul Brother [Deluxe Edition]

1992

coupe (uh-huh)
Just a little bit, set to make a whole lot happen
The musical inside my rappin' (yeah)
Written by the C.L., produced by the P.R.

coupe (uh-huh)
Just a little bit, set to make a whole lot happen
The musical inside my rappin' (yeah)
Written by the C.L., produced by the P.R.

of necessity
And some of y'all respect me, others will think less of me
And question me, dude I do this out of necessity
We must be crazy
Maybe bumped our head

machines, 
my head's gettin thicker 
slide a bitch all on me make the time go by quicker 
it's been a fast year, tappin twice, fog up my ticker
bouncing all

up and i take whats mine
Redbone so I'm breaking her spine
By myself and I'm never gon sign
At the bottom but i gotta go climb
Out bad so i know that

a brazilian ting 
That once gave me head
Playing it from the back 
Moving like fred
Motivation for bread
See it cut out the pass 
I've got you read

One with

Fresh off the Garden picked by my mama
You rappers getting rotten you need some manure
I dont wear designer clothes Im comfy in Pyjamas
I dont really

this
Think about shit, this is a project that's more social theory than I can admit
Imma commit, I wanna know if it's all in my head or it's all in my

Let me kiss your head
I know I'm dead man
If I even say hello, I can find myself in a 12 feet hole
Driving by the country side road
Heading to city