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The buses and trains are choirs
Sings nice like Mariah
I'm fire, I'm real no costume
Cause of that Brooklyn gospel, that Brooklyn Gospel
I'm fire I'm real no

Mad trips back and forth coney 
We been at it since kids 
So I'm with the homie
Just macking 
Looking cool on the boardwalk
And we too clean so dem

isn't luck ..

I'm the water cut the rock..

Drop by drop..

Y'all ain't got the sauce you dried up..

You got a mean right go punch a time clock..

Let

Sam's Song

Dean Martin

The Stars of Las Vegas [Box Set]

1998

singing Dean's Song
They make the Mormon Tabernacle sound like a trio
Sam, it's plain to see that you're put out with me
Well, I'm just not singing along

singing Dean's Song
They make the Mormon Tabernacle sound like a trio
Sam, it's plain to see that you're put out with me
Well, I'm just not singing along

i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed

Bye Bye Blumberg

Allan Sherman

For Swingin' Livers Only!

1964

sir"
Then she serves me coffee, tea, or seltzer
And each night when I retire, the Mormon Tabernacle choir sings
"Blumberg, bye bye"

I was in

the days are all new
Five in the sky, the muddy is all you
When I'm in effect, the days are all wild
Food in the streets and
Clean-up in all aisles
When I'm

euphoric transfer
A choir of angels awaited me
A joy like no other swelled on my spirit
As the choir began to sing

Face down Ass up
Face down Ass up

forgive myself? Uh
Thank you for your patience
All these years clean and I'm still isolating
I'm sorry I kept you waiting
Shit, fuck, run that back, uh

The Centre Bullet

Skinny Puppy

Bites

1985

Swallowed your own poison followed as you crawled up to the altar.
I watched the tabernacle choir bawling in a bath of sacramental wine...
You laced it, but

Lintballz

Ol' Dirty Bastard

The Trials and Tribulations of Russell Jones

2002

live off it for three days
And when it's done, who's the next victim today
I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by BIBLE life 
I yap the nigga ripe then

fresh, I'm on my Mr. Clean (Yeah)
I'm straight up outta city where you'll get smoked like some nicotine (South Brooklyn)
Rest in peace to Black Rob, this

I'm Playboi Carti
Boo thing thick but her waist on Barbie
Imma buy cribs by the lakeshore
Only when I struggle fitting money in the safe door
Wait for

The Planet

Gang Starr

Hard to Earn

1994

Corners
And all the spots in Beantown where niggas carry burners
But I was more turned on by the microphone
So one cold morning, I left home
Next I'm

the tabernacle
Some would say the chapel is a haven
The place to travel to escape from the grasp of the enemy
And by the Holy Trinity, you break the shackles
Where

your life
Like the purge
You feel me
Ayo J you ready bro
Of course
Ight say that

I'm in a Brooklyn mode
Niggas is killing like ppl are zombies
(Talk

dope supplier
Straight outta hell
And I'm the maestro of this fucking choir
2017 might turn me to a mass shooter
Pull a drive-by while I'm hangin'
Out

I'm getting money
I'm getting money
I'm getting money
When I ran the block
Nobody went to jail or got shot up
Went back to Brooklyn
With the whole

Black Smif-n-Wessun

Black Moon

Enta da Stage

1993

they're pursuing
But it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down
Think I'm getting caught by beasts you's a damn clown
Check the drums of death

a Crown in 
Im heavily grounded 
Never tell em' I'm out of New York 
Them niggas know by the way that I talk, and the shit that I rock, and the way that I

your strap tucked
Bar for bar I'm punching by the hook your getting banged up
Or real life at the bar we'll have a punch up you'll get banged up

She got

Carlo
Walk up to a bitch I'm tryna find out if she swallow
Pull up in the Jag
Leave a Benz by tomorrow
Niggas really broke they really begging for

life.
To many vibrations, time to shake it up.
To bad the energy is slightly off.
Tired of being held by fear.
No we don't want no trouble around here.