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Third Day Still Listening

't there as far as I could see I thought I'd hear you shout But then I figured it out That all along you're whispering to me And I'm still listening

t there as far as I could see I thought I'd hear you shout But then I figured it out That all along you're whispering to me And I'm still listening Just

felons caught up with the death I was sellin' and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin' but I can't listen to my conscience

Catholic or Christian Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen With probable cause, it's probably sendin' out to prison You got soldiers, but you still

conditions I made ? managers, execs and assistance And most of don't understand, some won't listen We might fall off, four fifts and get messend But your still

worth a visit Intensely exquisite artism inquire all, who is it? It's a deliciously daring delicacy I eat to exist Oh, he's waving those words, I want seconds and thirds

what I heard Like when I'm rappin', you never get enough of my word I'm in my third decade of gettin' paid to rap Back in the day my tapes stained the

[Foreign content] Yeah, yeah, a special guest appearance From the slums, yo, aiyo I examine your diameter, third eye, light the camera up Be careful

abstracts, right and exact, knapsack's on the back Rip poetical flows upon the track My thoughts escape onto a tape, you'll play it back and listen, I