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I'm inclined
Thanking God for his design, to want more would be a crime
Not guilty, anytime thoughts become filthy
Anywhere Ms. Jackson, 'cause you

it be I stayed away too long"
My god daughters Nadia, Simone
Diana know when not, our father's ever comin' home
Claim by the streets with them other

being raised in Detroit
You can never learn what a nigga been taught (yeah)

Stuck in the middle between Blade and Dilla
Surrounded by killers,

a meal
As I'm stacking these dollar bills
Genuine and influential, with a style that you just can't get too
Might even cut you with a Ghinzu
You'll never

Fantastic 4

Big Punisher

The Professional

1998

And the beats are usually done by duro and clue

Who in the hell wanna battle, the ill mathematical?
My motherfuckin' brain is IBM compatible
Techniques are

lifer I never co-pilot
On my toes even when it's hostile
Man you won't find another so nice
I mean God damn

Ng'yekeleni, ng'yekeleni
Y'all can't keep up

wanna be somebody that my kids in the future will be proud of
But my inner critic growing louder
"Jackson you can't do it, Jackson you'll look stupid,

the fire
We coming out giving God glory
If ya gonna be blessed
Then ya gotta have a test
If ya gonna have a testimony

I'm on fire
You can't put me out
You

Uh, chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep a condom by my belt
You know better than to trust

When I die
Fix that tie
See man that's why you can't go over there
That' why nobody has and that's why nobody ever will
One kid did and no body ever seen

Maintaining

Common

Resurrection

1994

in Chicago raised on Planet Rock talking
Catch knock my tape like beats (uh) I'm fresh as fruits 
You pussy MC it's you I rebuke repent 
You burn up

Channel three murder scene, got him
Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him
We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom
So I

Let me spit it like this is so ridiculous
God damn, I know you feel it
Wu Tang hit you with the killer beat
God damn, that's my thing
When I spit it,

call
Never missed a beat
Even in the street we'd link
Never knew that I'd weap,
Or see a time when we cant speak
You hit me happy, like big bro a Papi

and
You get slumped PC police
I see them going around
Scrolling right down my account
I can not count
How many views that these clowns
Are giving me
Running

I'm crafting, then I beat it, like Jackson, my beagles, Deagle, if you come with that action 
Nah Nah Nah 
Ima take it back 
See that pitter-patter
Drip

[Jay-Z:]

Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
with three of the illest niggas together
Street music

God stay by my wheel, yeah

Anybody want war with me, I know you can’t take it
Got a lot of enemies, hate my energy, I let it sing, Drake hit
Send

And next shit I'm bout to say is prolly gone offend you
Ask me if i give a fuck, nigga don't intend to
Rolling on these beat cause these mother fuckers tend

you fear God or do you fear the devil?

Major tv stations program sin in our minds
Inserting thoughts in our head by what you see with your eyes
Killing

light on my offerings
Feel like you giving too much neck, start neglecting my praise
Send a display, Wik Da God, end of the day
Address me by my name

realer why the hell you asking?
My drip a boat, I guess I am the captain
Why you bo'? Why you always capping?

I'm all by myself
I smoke this weed all by

on an Alaskan
I switch flows like nose on Michael Jackson
Amerikkka why you hate us
Stop taxing black skin
Free the babies that are trapped by ICE
People come

in you
See me now, see me now
See me walking with you
Got me covered by the blood
See me different in you

I had to draw the line with the devil, had