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Anarchy in the U.K. [Ba(e?)drock] of Green Jelly/o
Dangerous Album by Michael Jackson
Keep The Faith Album by Bon Jovi
Icon Album by Paradise Lost
Bark
album by Chrome, the new artist Chrome
C-H-R-O-M-E, go get it, it's jammin' like a fool (yeah, yeah)
"Straight To The Pros," Chrome, October, 2005 (new
ich bin hier am Mic
Und sag einfach: "Hallo"
Bin der beste, der freshste
Der Mac from the West namens E-K-O
Ich brauche Cash jeden Tag
Leute kacken in
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D.E.E
real game that's the bulletin
Jet L-E that's me I boogie
Come to the dance in a blacked out buggy
Leave out the dance with a girl in a mini
When I come
not meant for your diction
Battled addiction in the womb
A crack baby by definition
Keys to ignition with no permission
That mean that I'm driven
steady getting stabbed in the back by the boys you reppin' with
And I cannot mess with that
I pull up with the best attacks
Like an autocanceled back air
track of the album “Cantigas de Maio” (May Songs), that debuted in Santiago de Compostela (capital of Galiza) in May 10th, 1972.
Outlawed by the Fascist
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
R.E.M.'s when you're talking with your super friends
Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere
I am still in touch with your presence dear
I am still
R.E.M.'s when you're talking with your super friends
Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere
I am still in touch with your presence dear
I am still
and count your r.e.m.'s when you're talking with your super friends
Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere
I am still in touch with your presence,
gone)
I've kicked it with the aliens, a different stratosphere (E.T., phone home)
And lookin' down like, "We come in peace" (oh, me too)
Yeah, I told
the stratosphere of the Upper echelon, taggin
I'm on the cover of some Yeezy rubber catalog, braggin
And there's an analog version of your album that's tanking
I'm
really matter
They just living trademark lives
From what Pac dropped
In his last album, it's sad
I saw him and Trav are so synonymous
Anonymous loves from
a hundred Bodingles a feature
I've got independent, don't fuck with no Vevo
I'm keeping the toolie wherever that we go
I'm off of the bean, sipping Lean by
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
And I'm calling out my scars by name
I'm giving the poet a stage
5 albums in and I haven't run out of stupid things to say
And yet the question still
I do keep it blood like a Piru
I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it
and count your r.e.m.'s when you're talking with your super friends
Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere
I am still in touch with your presence,
and count your r.e.m.'s when you're talking with your super friends
Levitating lovers in the secret stratosphere
I am still in touch with your presence,
addibles
Get's shoot out by a catapult
Each soul to the outer vault
Each body covered in guilty clay
Somewhere into the Milky Way
Roman, Chinese Empires
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
First song with Waste, I'mma be on some new shit
Inspired by Rav with that EVA in The Cockpit
Just joined the Collective, I'm a new recruit
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