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  • Cell Therapy
  • Thought Process
  • Dirty South
  • Sesame Street
  • Free
  • Guess Who
  • Goodie Bag
  • Blood
  • Soul Food
  • I Didn't Ask To Come
  • Fighting
  • Beautiful Skin
  • Funeral
  • Live At The O.M.N.I.
  • The Day After
  • The Coming
  • Fly Away
  • Black Ice
  • They Don't Dance No Mo'
  • Still Standing
  • Inshallah
  • The Experience
  • Cell Therapy (1995)
  • See You When I See You
  • Gutta Butta
  • Distant Wilderness
  • Just About Over
  • Greeny Green
  • Special Education - feat. Janelle Monáe
  • Black Ice (Sky High)
  • The Damm
  • I Refuse Limitation
  • Ghetto-Ology
  • Rebuilding
  • I.C.U.
  • Chain Swang
  • Power
  • I'm Set
  • World Party
  • The Dip
  • Valleujah
  • Hold On
  • Dirty South featuring Big Boi
  • Get Rich to This
  • Decisions, Decisions
  • Invitation To The World Party
  • Ghost of Gloria Goodchild
  • Kolors
  • 123 Goodie
  • Black Ice (Sky High) feat. Outkast

(T-Mo)
Why is it you fail, to see a man
In the same hour, that his kin come grinnin?
In another code, fell asleep, party mode, tryin to come up
From the ashes that defy your lift, listen up
Ladies seem sweet, the ocean meets the mountain peaks
Stone-walker, side-walker, watch those loose lips, Wall Street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20
Four coats'll make it glaze
Beams rooted like dogwood, between the Pine, wind
Twenty-fo' stores with malt for sale, still fetchin water
Out the well, help em size, find the grind, find the times
Where the times weighed as hard as? find me shoes, baby daddy
Rico Daddy, he didn't break the TV
So why should I weep, man gon' bye, see you when my light blow
Got more good than dirt to throw, and I won't pull
Between the halo, and a fork-pitch
Suffocated by my rhymes...

Chorus: Debra Killings

Worship High, it's just another name
Take your time and concentrate on it
Take a stand and make your hand a fist
We got a reason to resist

(Gipp)
The mortal orbit your nadir, don't cross the fade
Chillin in Decatur, where it's greater, secure streets
In the hood late at nights, dippin fine
Hard not to be slippin, if they come, I won't run
When it's time, I ain't trippin, I got my date
...

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