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of Alläh be upon our master Muhammad, and upon his family and his companions
Allah is sufficient for me, and He is the Best Disposer of affairs
Allah is
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
and got, old money
Old money, promo money, hope I got it
When you see me, out in public, do a solid
Try to share, what I'm dropping
When I'm dropping
'Cause
I pledge allegiance
To the bag of marijuana
Made in Mexico
And to the public that's always stoned
One nickel or a dime, forever!
Bring me up when I
catch me in the coupé
("Rat Pack niggas")
Never in public 'cause I'm a studio fiend
Rockin' diamonds and gettin' money
We call that ice cream
Now, allow
The masked assassin, attacks with passion, in savage fashion
With efficiency could teach like 5 master classes
With impunity drop dimes that attract
everything you know. Now you must bear your master's curse for
I will not let you go. Now you must walk this town 'til down in every
Public open place, your
want that future
It's hanging in the wind
Don't expect something
Be on the road to it
Age of Aquarius
End of the Crown Affair
End of the Crown Affair
End
renouncing his inheritance
That's legal to do in the State of New Jersey, of course it is, that's right
You're the master spellcaster on Earth
You've
ed, master p, see-murder, mister silkk the shocker.
First family, mr. serv-on, tru y'all
Chorus (in background while she's talking)
We come strapped
arrest
I simply and purely cannot digest
The fact that you had an affair
Call it wear and tear
Tore me in two
Three, four or five
I want to die, I got
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
only we know
No public affairs no passing go
Not official
Don’t do no day show
So I can call another D when you flop on me
‘Cause I’m a horny B
Ya you
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
responsibility in public affairs
Exactly as we deny responsibility to the wretched victims of the drug habit
There are laws against peddling dope
There can be
affair...on the fritz
the public's had enough
they've come to call your bluff...on the fritz
small talk breeds where kingdoms come crashing
rumor conquers
You turn him into a Public Enemy man
Now remember that line you was kickin' to me
On the way out to L.A., out in Queens
While we was in the car on our
we got a feeling you turning into a Public Enemy, man
Now remember that line you was kicking to me on the way out to L.A. Laurelton Queens
While we
Highest salute to disc jockeys for the classics
Highest salute to great rappers you're the masters
Highest salute to y'all carry on tradition
manslaughter
Don't send me to prison
Wake me up
From this awful nightmare
Wake me up
From this public affair
Wake me up
What more could I have done
Wake me up
And we inspired to him, Indeed you shall one day inform them of this affair,
When they do not know you
And they came to their father in the early part
# 1
Public Enemy # 1
Public Enemy # 1
Public Enemy # 1
The economy fucked
So the homi rate up
Louder than a suicide bomb
In the cut
Edge
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