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at me
I'll make sure your ever after ain't happily
They'll bring flowers, light candles
Post pictures up
Spray paint handball courts –
Dead nigga stuff

Who's the Champion

RZA

The Great White Hype

1996

down the gun son, son matter of fact, shoot the one on one
Hold it down, make sure the head, sure nuff don't hit the ground
Lampin on the handball

Carhartt jackets
Timberland boots, unlaced
This is Champion hoodies, chicken wings and french fries
R.I.P. pieces on the handball court
This is us still

around thoughts like handball
Court's in session, this is brought to you by the essence
Suppression only makes things worse, on this paper
Words disperse

Lune TNS

Company Flow

Soundbombing

1997

Fuzz, Comet, Blade, Ajax and Angelduster 
Cuttin school with Roman, hittin my first uni-wide 
Ridin the L, overlookin the handball courts 
A giant top

front?
Shorebreak laying in the sun
Football games in the top row of seats
Back when I was so naive

Handball courts and cherry balls
Grass stains from my

my man got tossed
Got his brains blew out on the handball court
Word is T said suttin' to Craig's baby-momma
Craig got upset, and shot him with

the target of my pursuit
Back when
Suicide was a game we played on handball courts
And in school
Quarter per peanut chew
Something blissful to lean into
Now

a welcome mat
We were having a good chat
But it was cut short
Even though we would meet
At the handball court

I can't stop thinking
I'm feeling lost in my

the Hyatt lobby
Trippin lookin down at my body
Bus call, they can't find me
I got the blotter on me
Used to be walking the yard
State boots on the handball

memorized every line
Stenography of my rhymes
I reminisce, when we used sneak kisses behind the handball courts
Chillin out at recess
It's just a sign

your hands soft
You're on the menu like the lamb broth
This is a grown man's sport and, dog
I leave a motherfucker laid out
On the handball court
I never

him to the kingdom
While all his blood brothers became
Drug runners in England
Made in Queens, Handball courts and 40s
Shorties smoking blunts, spades

Aye Uh
MC Lowe on the track 

In year 12 chillin with the hoes and hanging with my bros
Handball on the court dunno what you thought
Dunno what

Boy Soprano

Xiu Xiu

The Air Force

to the stains on yours,
Thanks for telling me that Vodka is a pansy drink.
But the handball is in your court little boy.

Boy Soprano,
Take me away from here,
Boy

I'll Roll You Up

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Seminar

1989

Mix)

[Sir Mix-A-Lot]
I'm scannin the court, holdin the fort
Runnin your mind through a maze of pure lyrical tort
More real estate, keep my posse runnin

fire priest
I said I'm flaming
And I won't stop
I rock the rhyme to the rhythm of that hip hop
I'll smack a bitch with a handball strike
Scary feet so my

is the best  

Who, who is the best ,best , best
Who is the best 
Who is the best 
 
Come on girls 
Court is shaking strong
Quién será la que marque el