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as a stone, his clothing torn
His hood stained by blood
Beneath a star so bright

Greetings my friend, are you alive?
Speak to me and grant me stay
The stranger

Welcome

Asheru

Soon Come...

2001

we don't stop
Hold the live track runners, by weight...my planet rock
 
Whether dream or experience to drop a cd
That burns to the touch on all

chest as Much as I wish
I'll get what I get
I'm directed and help direct
And I'm cursed and I'm blessed by my moon in Pisces to feel it all
It's a defense

across the Atlantic to a promise not so legal
When I take advantage crossing planets
That's cerebral, might just stroke my ego
Where'd he go?

ones at
Where the real ones at

Y'all are snakes in the grass disguised by the past
Now you're trying so hard to fit in its like you wear a mask
I'm mad

the hampered
Pedantic candle-holders wish they had a torch
Atlantic can't be Pacific, pedicure endorsed
My nails cracked when tampered, crimps are for the sport

I like the way you move. Roll up some haze, fall in a daze. All of my days are uno
Roll up some haze, fall in a daze. Follow the bass and move

Party

Billy the Mountain

Frank Zappa

The Supplement Tape

1990

this bar!

By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,

Chopper

Fam-Lay

Tetsuo & Youth

2015

all [?]

Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Filet mignon with my food

said slave to the chain and they chained to the whips 
And they never come through and they always talkin 

Live by my black hands black plans with black

you? 
God...
Are you there?
Hello?

To keep it all the way real
I cant stand this girl

I'm a let you get on my last nerve...
I'm a let you get the last

out from that little one room and kitchen youve got. Its owned by my good friends in Cayman National Bank, so we have already moved out your stuff,

of us go get down I got assistants for my three assistants Don't talk to no one unless its a president Take my meetings over the atlantic ocean I hope you

of us go get down I got assistants for my three assistants Don't talk to no one unless its a president Take my meetings over the atlantic ocean I hope you

more ugh 

(Me and my)
Me and my friends, me and my friends
Me and my friends are like blood dog

Killed the weekend, blood on my hands
Like it's that

paradise locked Behind purses lips
I long for their opening
The life's air in your whisper The heaven in your hello
All are daily reminders to me
That even

every beat is my favorite beat
This is the way for me like everyday was made for me
All the challenges are just showing me the way to be
I'm in the major

of thugs
I'ma make the streetz harmonize
And buy the block black
And move out all out foreign ties
Seize politicians
Up by the suit and ties
And pay for

know I have to try and make it out for myself

You're friends are probably there by now
Where do I go from here
My fingers are falling off
Fighting

There's a hymn that we sing at times in church
That is called "It Is Well With My Soul"
It was written by a man named Horatio Spafford
A man who knew

a try
Thinking your bars are sicker than mine
Prison is fitting I stick 'em in lines
Condition their minds, this isn't my prime
You looking to find

the Atlantic
If she get it wet enough in this bed we can get manic
I write my number on a napkin
Then I write a note
Five minutes back in my chevy diving deep in

watchin', he just peekin' in
I know I made a promise that I'd never let the reaper in (Jesus)
But lately, I've been losin' all my deepest friends (Lord)

watchin', he just peekin' in
I know I made a promise that I'd never let the reaper in (Jesus)
But lately, I've been losin' all my deepest friends (Lord)