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the firelight But the flickering pages that trouble my sight Is a book I?m afraid to write It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life And it
of the firelight But the flickering pages that trouble my sight Is a book I?m afraid to write It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life And
you shouldn't sting wish And one phone call and I'll extinguish, I mean this you seen this Blue steel fo, fo the caliber, Excalibur, I'ma destroy my
thing out, let it go Always G'd out, blacked out, from my head to toe And it ain't a question that I be out to get the dough Call up my connect, get
ll niggaz, this ain't no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! I love you my
? You need to move along, along, along The string of injustice stung those that bling 'cause now they blung Materialism stings and now they stung You need to move along Life
my daughter, my mom is my mom nancy is my wife cause she is the bomb (hey don't forget about me in this roll call) together there as powerfull as my
it But given the alternative Who knows how we'd be forced to live? When worlds collide, when worlds collide? With you, drumgoole, at my side And at my side! And at my
the way the chords struck with the rhymes So let your troubles roll by He knows he can help himself He can tell by a look at the books on his shelf
do you in Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in The bewilderin' killa bee quickly sting ya I ain't gotta life one fuckin
. Restart again. I need to see my dreams as I close my eyes. Remembering nothing and begging for light. All the trees, all the birds, and this thing called life
when I've sweated on my farewell stage, when I've wrote my last hook in my last rhyme book, when I get the last nod of approval from my family, this
or is you hatin' like they are? Fuck ?®em all - red my rings, dread my stings Dead my flings - cop ? and spread my wings See, life's a bitch and I hit
pleasure They call me Gab and I rap And I do my thing and swing it bring it in my habitat Where my vocals stinging even linger in the back of your neck
