mislead without guidance no guidance mislead certain things in life the world just must follow you flew in from where to do what with who impressive call them the tax write-off crew prescribe redirect for the sick lmno isn't comparable to narcotic got it like yesterday's mail the petrified and frail remove the tale make records for sale when all heaven breaks loose hell's in jail i wouldn't submit this if i thought it would fail not because my skin's pale i'm an underdog a slap to the face with knowing i'm under god reality's lock-jawed nothing can remove it first hand experience will prove it i'm a true seeking missile flying past lil fibs permanent press the issue on how it is physically separate you separated synchronized line outside assistance internal conflict with song critics opinionated bull horns that's it hey it's love's clock cancelled mp30 that's a no-show pop through it all without saying lmno's right here god is the pilot i must let him steer i'm the difference between physical fitness and spiritual witness charge your hit list every session's the first kiss take the tiss out the task enforce separatism like economic class with talent at last break the soul out with kass everyday my flag is half-mass he kept cool through the heat revealed deceit untestable heart we've feeled this beat straight up we take a stand while others take a seat forget hate happiness is who we breed love first the creator second life third hip hop (first things first) first the creator second life third hip hop (first things first) first the creator second life third hip hop (first things first) we say first the creator second life third hip hop it's inevitable to develop a flow show shocking from the start no stopping a branch of humanitry opposed they chose to keep their hearts closed bags of saturated computer chips clogging blood streams balance beam acts can burn and mattress backs jeans built for two sunlight turned to blue as far as respect goes they couldn't catch a flu i love not hate you repeat it if you will headliners don't always fit the bill ill the brain without a drill dead bodies chill no chillin when we work we sweat they know it's through airways we haven't met yet hands in my hair like barrettes guidance is certain compared to bets immature threats turn regrets have them trained like pets if the only knew the half they wouldn't be full of it if they only knew the half they wouldn't be full of it there's nothing formerly about me in visionary life live it stop acting scary first the creator second life third hip hop (x8)


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