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since hangin' by the seesaw
Niggas think bloodin' is a fad, on crip
Got my real blood homies lookin' bad

I'm a g from the floor
All the way up to the LA

rappers
All of y'all under me rappers
Y'all need the God
Need a day to relax, get a massage
Al Jarreau on the track, Al Jarreau of rap
Made the Mets

to the black Porsche
black Porsche
Eye contact for three seconds you can through my heart.
Such a every man fall in love that‘s all my wrong
Your Lip breathin’

freshen up a bit"
Cass went into the bathroom
She came out shortly
Looking quite wonderful, Her long
Black hair glistening, her eyes
And lips glistening,

Can't Break Me

Kam

Hard Truth Soldiers, Vol. 1

2006

if they don't fucking hustle
That's for them knuckleheads, boy, I put that on my uncle
I'm from the side of tracks where niggas in the black'll truck

Recognition, upload, no permission employed
Fax gang, flawless tracks, man bass booms, snares crack
Bring the rat-at-tat-tan madman, act bad, catch me with

Next Question

Kid 'N Play

Face the Nation

1991

of an elite group of people
(Lyrics are swift and strong) never feeble
What we said yesterday will stand by tomorrow
While some chose to borrow
Brothers are

wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up

"cye, Madenka"

"I think that's the one, you know"

Man'll jump on a track,
cnd tell a whole bunch of lies,

Man,
cll of it's dead,

Black folks,

Old man Cole lived in a shotgun shack
Outside of town by the swamp and the railroad tracks
Old folks say He's a mean old snake
Keep your distance boy

What Cool Breezes Do

Digable Planets

Reachin' (A New Refutation of Time and Space)

1993

the funk-brown bass, my man
This be the medium used by Dig Plans
Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut
Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots
Black sunflowers,

The flame that I spit tight as a vice grip
Bust ya top lip tryna bite on my shit
Get yo bitch want the sausage
All up on my dick tryna hold it,

Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B
The symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disastrous, the master just bust
This for the listener

can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep

I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it

anthrax you tampax
I'm about to go Amtrax jack Black black Jack
Got the track saran wrap
Stand back I'm slamming an antagonist
Slapping you faggots putting

Automatic rap addict savage
Holographic track classic daggers
Tomahawks and black hatchets hacking
Merciless verses dynamic and rapid
Back at it wack rappers

with the ice, when the
(crrrck) it'll quick drop
Passed by the trap, that's wassam
You can get by! Retarded!
Stripper getting money by the ziplock

I limp walk like I talk when I spit
Lips chalked like that patio mist it's something nasty brother
I pick pop any spot on me chin
I drip drop like

a teen 
But one day I discovered music 
You're influenced by whatever you choose 
So many so called artists out there abuse it 
If you got a platform you

Everyday that will turn us insane

In a scheme of livin' my life wasn't hard
But as far as britain goes
Shit I practically starved
Sleeping in a track suit

I see the vultures they're licking their lips
The air that I breathe yeah its makin me sick
My form of rehab is taking a sip
Redeeming qualities keep

needs gold? 
Ms. Ebony! 

This ain't a song with all that drama, this for black women, this for black mamas
Y'all the reason for this track 
I'm loving

Uggh
Check check check
Black Drop yeah
Uh huh c'mon c'mon
Yeah Blink this got that bounce baby
I think we'll have a lil fun with this one
You ready

F-It-Less

Snoop Dogg

Bones [Original Motion Picture Soundtrack]

2001

of unworthiness
Her name was Karen, she drove a black LeBaron
And by the way, she used to sell packs of crack for Aaron
Tyron, do anything to be in a live zone