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I got so much on my mind
to lose
Here's ticket
Hear the get wicked
The crew to you to push the to Black
so I sack and jack
Then the Mac
Now I'm to mic it
(You know I it) huh
my favoritism roll "Oh"
Never be a like me go solo
Laser, anesthesia, ya
Ways to blaze your and train ya
The way I'm living,
What I'm up
X on the flex, hit me now
I don't know later
As for now, I know how to the paranoid
Man, I've had it up to
Gear I wear got 'em in fear
said and
Read a bit ago
Not quitting,
the hard rhymer
Work to keep from jerked
Changing ways
To way back in the days
Raw metaphysically
followed a code
Still dropped a
question what I am God knows
Cause coming from the heart
I got better get some
(Get on up) hustler of

Been spit in the
But the keep fitting
Respects been giving ya living
Now I can't protect a paid off
the record
And reckon an intentional
Played off as some
Made the call, the fall
the laws
Not my that they're falling off
Known as square
Throughout my
So I growl at the foul
Black to the my home is your home
So to the Terrordome

Subordinate
off an era
Cold pain
My 98 was 87 on a yo
So now I go
ain't no fiction
So-called frozen
Apology to whoever pleases
Still they got me like
I rather sing, bring, think,
a brother while I'm in sync
Every ain't a brother cause a color
Just as well could be
Backstabbed, grabbed a
From the of the lab
a Rab get off the rag
Sad to say I got sold the river
Still quiver when I deliver
Never to say I know or had a clue
was Herb, plus hard on the boulevard
Lies, scandalizin',
Traits of hate who's celebrating Satan?
I rope-a-dope the evil with
and weaving and let the good get even
C'mon
But welcome to the

Caught in the race against
The pit and the
Check the and rhymes
While I'm 'um
blowing up the lines of design
Trying to blind the I'm sending 'em
How to fight the
Cannot run and
But it shouldn't be
In a a fool without the rules
Got a hell of a nerve to just
Every ain't a brother
Cause a Black
Squeezed on X the man
The shooting of Newton
a hand of a Nig who pulled the trig
It's weak to and blame somebody else
When you yourself
First nothing's worse a mother's pain
Of a son slain in
Can't for the state to decide the fate
So jam I dedicate
Places the racist faces
of one of many cases
The Greek weekend I speak
From a lesson learned in (Beach)
I don't smile in the line of
I go
But it's on and drums and even violins
do gitcha head ready
Instead of physically sweaty
I get mad
I put it on a pad
Give ya something cha never had

Fear of high
God bless your and keep living
Never allowed, kicking it
Dropping a
Brain game intellectual
as a team
Never move
But
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