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8 Miles and Runnin'

Jay-Z

8 Mile

2002

Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go

Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'

friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't

every time I'm by you!

This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was a hit, but this shits the illest (It's the illest)

the beast
Sever Bacchus as your god, drop the canned heat, and appease 
Don't you comprehend that your only alternative is to leave  
You've got no one left

the beast
Sever Bacchus as your god, drop the canned heat and appease 
Don't you comprehend that your only alternative is to leave 
You've got no one left

brand new
From the south shootin' like Manu
Let's all damn move
Ain't a meal to miss, we comin' off of canned goods
Brand new new brand
If Element'll do

I'm going mad- call it road rage

No Games, No Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out

see Slade and tell him hey whats up
If this song wasn't on replay then you probably playing track one
Because you can go through this album and find

no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but

by any means
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets
But I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just

like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat

people there to love and cheer
Some of the greatest guitar playin' in the western hemisphere
Got the Who, the Band from across the north border Canned Heat

Call Up the Homies

Ludacris

Theater of the Mind

2008

(Ludacris) Verse 1

I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up

word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put

chew so here's a piece of my mind//
You a lame for the juice and you shook/
You Walk the walk for industry plays, turning more Fruit by the foot//
Hot

the flow not canned up tuna fish
Seamstress flow I be hemming up the shit
Rocks in your third eye you can’t view the clip
Dust bowl niggas
They be down with

stand to lie
Find me chasing dreams y'all can't ever find me standing by
Respect my elders while I filter through their bad advice
They always have

the lips, dispatch on em
The trap gone, gotta dip
Big crowd by the ocks, and chino spot
Ain't proud of the pops like Nemo got, either jammed up
God took his

workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next

the first radio head album
So chew on that)

Damn
Since the days they was hand-piking slaves
Man smitten with an
Antenna transmittin' waves
Now to the canned

by routine and canned dreams

This reality that so much repeated became true.
To turn the corner is to feel the threat on our spine and the gunpowder´s

yeah
V pokoji je heat
Baby z pokoje jde dým
Hlava není clean
Ale prej by měla být
Yeah
V pokoji je heat
Baby z pokoje jde dým
Hlava není clean
Ale prej

Yeah I got the cheat codes, yeah I got the cheat codes
Wonder if I should drown all these rappers in my flow
Had them by the boat load no anchor so they

rapper 
And when they ask me tro brop an album I turn into casper
Yo but not this time no not ever again all that waiting on a tape s*** gets canned in