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So come everybody throw ya hands In the air for me If y'all feelin this jubilee O yea so lets get back to the actions Satisfaction Of celebrities got ya main attraction No actin I'm packing Gats to baseball bats and who dat? Call me poetry wack splat Goes through ya back bullet hole Filljn those Empty spots ya can't touc what's hot I got reps like birdie Above the rim lace blunt with traces Of v slims Who can stop me if my potency Is near infinite I'm embedded in ya melon eternally Too cool for y'all to see I be With this jubilee a juvenile Born in the wild never smiled as child All I wanted was a few toys from micky ds Could barely afford cheese Make tracks sneeze when I breath Got thick chicks from here all the way to Belize Please don't be ignorant Just throw ya hands up to this anthem Ya can't phantom The jubilee is slammin- Come on Not that the time is right Refocused my sight the black knight Knocking outsights now ya braille as **** for trynA **** with The m o b s t e r ghetto star All hands on the r Ruger luger quick to shoot ya scoop ya Out of the scene like ice cream One man team Don't need a **** near friend in need Please believe I got backups like traffic Hit the skins is automatic cuz static To radio station they hate me Cuz I don't participate in ******** I'm concerned with These ***** *** punks running politics Donald Trump I gotta automatic thAt loves to dump Throw his *** in the trunk Puff skunks I'm slammin on the gas Like an alley oopp dunk full of ***** Dikes to lesbians all want a piece of me I ain't cocky but stocky like Rocky Picket pock me ill find thee Restin peace to my enemies That couldn't get to me I'm hater proof so y'all just throw ya hands in the air for me And represent this jubilee ahh. Come on
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
Jubilee
So come everybody throw ya hands In the air for me If y'all feelin this jubilee O yea so lets get back to the actions Satisfaction Of celebrities got ya main attraction No actin I'm packing Gats to baseball bats and who dat? Call me poetry wack splat Goes through ya back bullet hole Filljn those Empty spots ya can't touc what's hot I got reps like birdie Above the rim lace blunt with traces Of v slims Who can stop me if my potency Is near infinite I'm embedded in ya melon eternally Too cool for y'all to see I be With this jubilee a juvenile Born in the wild never smiled as child All I wanted was a few toys from micky ds Could barely afford cheese Make tracks sneeze when I breath Got thick chicks from here all the way to Belize Please don't be ignorant Just throw ya hands up to this anthem Ya can't phantom The jubilee is slammin- Come on Not that the time is right Refocused my sight the black knight Knocking outsights now ya braille as **** for trynA **** with The m o b s t e r ghetto star All hands on the r Ruger luger quick to shoot ya scoop ya Out of the scene like ice cream One man team Don't need a **** near friend in need Please believe I got backups like traffic Hit the skins is automatic cuz static To radio station they hate me Cuz I don't participate in ******** I'm concerned with These ***** *** punks running politics Donald Trump I gotta automatic thAt loves to dump Throw his *** in the trunk Puff skunks I'm slammin on the gas Like an alley oopp dunk full of ***** Dikes to lesbians all want a piece of me I ain't cocky but stocky like Rocky Picket pock me ill find thee Restin peace to my enemies That couldn't get to me I'm hater proof so y'all just throw ya hands in the air for me And represent this jubilee ahh. Come on
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Open up your eyes realize Everybody out to get you sin through Ya body mind and soul take control Don't let the ******** bury you Take a sip of this tangeray To calm you Picture your adversaries buried Restin' with the rest of the dead Puffin' **** clock Gs til.my eyes bloodshed Look in my eyes tell.me what you see? Ya see a nigguh down for the Revolutionary Most see an early cemetery I never worry God's on my side but I was put on this earth for suicide Can't hide from the pressure Since I'm.human I'm.prone to feelings I mentally prepare myself Cuz I'll be murdered in cold blood From a bunch of thugs Naw! not street thugs I'm.talkin' DC thugs They stay lurkin' in the dark And there I was Chillin' suddenly I seen a spark Eyes flash quickly death roads ahead Will I struggle and toggle to survive? Or will I let the crossover thrive? On me my soul wants to be free Damage is done so theres no more saving me Its time to go done being bounded on hells shoulder Tryna find a heaven but I'm.stuck in this boulder as my body grows colder I'm shell shocked I thought I told ya this is the ballad of a dead souljaaaaaaaa!! Ballad of a dead souljaaaaaa!!
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
Ballad of a Dead Soulja Prt II
* i lay on my back thinkin' at the stars why i had to fight that many a wars i watch the birds as they are flyin' by always have wished bein' able to fly i stay at pace wonderin' at the sky why does the ego urge to satisfy i hear those leaves whisperin' in the wind all the amount on the trees i have sinned i may be restin' as if behind bars the dreams i have had but those nightmares why i feel cold as the pressure overwhelms it is i this world into depths has binned for now my place is here beneath these elms this grave now to be my only of realms ** ..love always...* عرفان بن يوسف © AH 09/05/1437 **
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
..under the elms / rememberin' my place...
I know how easy it is to **** us, but don't let people hold you down, get to the stainless, lose the rust, do the whatever, not the must, stare at the sky, not the ground. I'm not a cheeseburger in a bag, I'm a gangster in gentleman drag. Onions come in 9mm and .40 Glock, all time gets bent on broken clocks, fresh grilled lemon peppered **** Fake **** they got us all watchin' Kim Kardashian and fuckin' Snooky all the while they're pressure cookin'. They feed us what it is they want, they don't really want us lookin'. I know how easy it is to **** us, but don't let people hold you down, get to the stainless, lose the rust, do the whatever, not the must, stare at the sky, not the ground. Get a lil' money we feel we really livin, restin' in a piece of our own oblivion. Never realizing how malleable we are and how easy it is to **** us. I know, how easy it is to **** us, but don't let people hold you down, get to the stainless, lose the rust, do the whatever, not the must, stare at the sky, not the ground.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
stare at the sky
Let’s take a trip deep on a ride Into the mothership as i dip into my minds conscious flyin’ at light Speeds greed fiend for the good life strife seemed to followed me troubles all in me Cant get away from my enemies since i was born i was destined to die no lie cries from my soul and heart tellin’ me not to part Its demons vs demons They tag teamin' day dreamin' im schemin’ lookin' for the position to plot so my body can rott deep in hell **** the holy grail as i sail into another dimension need i mention i got homies that want to join me two so why don’t you too? Uh aint nobody gonna miss you boo So i look to all types of weaponry to choose from then some m-14,m-16 380 9s,to 249s saws graphic i can’t wait til i be covered in plastic white sheets visions to ***** so i had to be censored not even the devil knew me I know nobody woul feel me kiss with death n soon we'll be one of a kind feel the pressure from my brain cells to my spine urgin’ for the flat line , Quarter pass 12 am in the morning no yawning load the clip up time for me to shut up bullet to my head {Pops off} im glad im dead body red stiff as a log as the maggots feed off my flesh I became a denominator Cuz death seems much greater now im restin’ scornfully released my demons now they roamin’ freely Prepare for the eulogy G
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
Suicidal Spiritual Trip
Feelin' them death goosebumps smokin' on that humps  lookin' for the chumps i dumps the clip relentlessly now ya restin' peacefully in the morge poor george nobody wont remember ya givin' the props to the glocks that pop make ya body drop like a tear from the sky cloud 9 open up ya body put it on the flat line one mo' time daily crimes drama infested drugs invested im  a replica of pharmaceutical companies its a part of me to **** thrills **** capitol hill keep the steel ready hold steady cuz when i pop on to ya dome ya won't feel no pain execution style im wild young crazy i got nothin' to loose on that grey goose sippin' with little codeine and get all the fiends itchin' twitchin' for that last hit don't buck unless ya wanna taste **** me killa sho no love them suckas me heartless come with ya flesh watch me rip ya to pieces like body went through a meat cleaver never bluffin' zigzags ya know we stuffin' watch back when the gat splat splat to my all my enemies ya know where you can find me at??
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
East 666
In the blackest of hell tide, high in a grand tree with it's clothin' white as snow but it's skin as black as hell...a female dove of hell tide rests in the grand tree. The tree of which her hopes & happiness hangs by a thread on the topiary extensions of her home, she with her pale icy blue eyes her souls wonder around the white-land hell tide. In search of her lost companion she longs for to be at her side to warm her & her child within her bust, she does as a mother would. Restin' her child underneath her to keep her warm as the dove's feather tips turn ice white as she cries out for her mate to return to her aid & restore her & her child's warmth & eyes of hopefulness...
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Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
Black dove