![]() So will I turn her virtue into pitch And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all. ![]() And by how much she strives to do him good She shall undo her credit with the Moor. For whiles this honest fool Plies Desdemona to repair his fortune And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor, I’ll pour this pestilence into his ear: That she repeals him for her body’s lust. How am I then a villain To counsel Cassio to this parallel course, Directly to his good? Divinity of hell! When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows As I do now. And then for her To win the Moor, were to renounce his baptism, All seals and symbols of redeemèd sin, His soul is so enfettered to her love, That she may make, unmake, do what she list, Even as her appetite shall play the god With his weak function. She’s framed as fruitful As the free elements. Though Cassio did some little wrong to him, As men in rage strike those that wish them best, Yet surely Cassio, I believe, received From him that fled some strange indignity Which patience could not pass.Īnd what’s he then that says I play the villain? When this advice is free I give and honest, Probal to thinking and indeed the course To win the Moor again? For ’tis most easy Th' inclining Desdemona to subdue In any honest suit. But men are men, the best sometimes forget. When I came back- For this was brief- I found them close together At blow and thrust, even as again they were When you yourself did part them. He, swift of foot, Outran my purpose, and I returned then rather For that I heard the clink and fall of swords And Cassio high in oath, which till tonight I ne'er might say before. Sir, this gentleman Steps in to Cassio and entreats his pause, Myself the crying fellow did pursue, Lest by his clamor-as it so fell out- The town might fall in fright. This it is, general: Montano and myself being in speech, There comes a fellow crying out for help And Cassio following him with determined sword To execute upon him. ![]() Yet I persuade myself to speak the truth Shall nothing wrong him. I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio. ![]() ![]() Writer(s): Paul Spires, Tyshawn JohnsonLyrics powered by me not so near. I know she frontin on me Cause now I got this money Who knew she can′t get paper I know she hiding out They plot on me, I got paper They flock on me, call it 'do a favor′ They got on me, I got more haters Im so hungry stepping up my paper I said I'm riding in that coupe, spent my change on all this butter Ri-riding in that coupe, bounce my shoulders with these hunnids Sliding back the roof, top be flying through the summer Throw the alley-hoop now I'm looking like a stunner I want more cheese, I got paper These diamonds on me, jacket alligator That′s why they on me, I got paper Flock on me, at the night club At the night club, aye, don′t stunt like that Now she coming in I wanna smack it from the back Dashing up the board I got it stacking up the racks Counting up this cash, I'm riding down I′m driving fast Going 65, I do the speed limit I can not get pull over I don't want a speed ticket I hit my drop, I hit the folks now I got free spending And I get jiggy to the flow and then I freeze with it I want it bad, I want it that way I hit my swag, I hit my swag aye I do the dash when I′m cruising on the highway My music on blast how I like it, have it my way Woah, woah I know she frontin on me Cause now I got this money Who knew she can't get paper I know she hiding out They plot on me, I got paper They flock on me, call it ′do a favor' They got on me, I got more haters Im so hungry stepping up my paper I said I'm riding in that coupe, spent my change on all this butter Ri-riding in that coupe, bounce my shoulders with these hunnids Sliding back the roof, top be flying through the summer Throw the alley-hoop now I′m looking like a stunner Finally got that album stuntin, ooh And I know I got a lot to do, ooh Ima make it work or leave it, ooh Man, man it′s coming back I got a Y V N G on my back Got a S W A G that's ′Young Swag' All my shoes clean, I′m fresh, the G is smooth man New whip, I'm legit New kicks, yea they costed me a brick I got two phones please go and get your chick She only want me cause she want a new fit Aye, aye, aye I know she frontin on me Cause now I got this money Who knew she can′t get paper I know she hiding out They plot on me, I got paper They flock on me, call it 'do a favor' They got on me, I got more haters Im so hungry stepping up my paper ![]()
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