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Tornando
04:56
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Unglued
04:57
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I can see 1000 rays of light in the middle of the night, but is it dangerous to be mystified by the color in my eyes? I can not decide where it is I shouldn't run; where it is I shouldn't ride, 'cause I won't stop knowin that I don't know how I throw my bones into a broken bow of a boat that floats to an open town by the sea, where the breeze makes this sound
I come unglued when I get rude, but I feel anew when I'm subdued, its just a petty thing don't let me bring anything to this levy I just let it rip
I can tell the distance to the sun gets shorter if you run, but is it dangerous to be the bullet in a gun? Can I ride that tide? I cannot decide if it isn't all above; if it's only up inside of a thing that brings me up to a level. I sing to myself, then down to the devil. As I sit on the breeze he can hear me yellin at the sea sayin "pease don't melt"
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The Pinnacle
05:55
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I skip to my loo, get rude on the beat
sippin on juice with a fruit so sweet
skinny dip too with a couple of freaks
it's the pinnacle of these cynical streets
I keep the flow goin til the beak o' dawn'n. I let my bros know when the flow is comin'. I keep it goin' til I wake up on the lawn'n wit no pants on not knowin' if it's mornin' I wet my whistle with a bucket o' corona. I get a fistful of friends then I stone'm. I get the women in the back of the club and get freaky til' the bitches in the party ain't sober. My homies wanna know the reason why my flows don't slow in the middle or the ending when it's over: because I move my mouth like a motor-boatin' stogie-smokin' cronie movin' weight from Atlanta to Sonoma. They got a feelin' that my mind ain't right at night 'cause I like to fight with the Samoans. I got a feelin' these free-form flows sound better when the weather gets hotter than a sauna. I ought get your daughter on my dance crew doin' crazy moves until she needs a glass of mineral water. Don't bother me when I be actin' fatherly to all my homies followin' the groove 'cause it's sure to get you slaughtered. I honestly can say it's an anomaly to spray hot fire from my lips 'cause my tongue has departed from the scene 'cause the listerine in my mouth put a hole in my cheeks, everybody get retarded.
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Jailbird
05:15
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Wanted by the law but I walk not run
The sirens don't sound cause I'm numb to the gun
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Salaam
04:45
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A salaam alaikum, walaikum salaam
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Tears Go Dry
05:45
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Stranger
05:19
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Shady Lady
07:34
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Funky Man
01:36
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