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from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams

freeze
I ain't gonna like these the ways of my mind and I ain't gonna fight for this Trump, Donald
Like how'd you empower this punk coward
I yearn

I'm coming through, got paper, gotta have it
Under my damn bed
Man I'm flipping red
If I get caught with keys, I'm going fed
But that ain't on my mind

I'm coming through, got paper, gotta have it
Under my damn bed
Man I'm flipping red
If I get caught with keys, I'm going fed
But that ain't on my mind

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

through got paper gotta have it
Under my damn bed
And I'm flippin red
If I get caught with keys I goin fed
But that ain't on my mind
No I'm not thinkin

comin through got paper gotta have it
Under my damn bed
And Im flippin red
If I get caught with keys I goin fed
But that ain't on my mind
No Im not

be on my line all the damn time
I be lying to them bitches like
You on my fuckin' mind
But I really be focus just on this money
All in the studio
This

in, be going ghost they call me Casper (be goin' ghost)
Tryna reach the top, so everyday I climb a ladder (mmmmm)
By any means, Imma get my money (yea

me move on my time
Time Is coming up
And passing by thats every time
Your in your mind or ya hearing this verse
Ima use up all the syllables
Thats what

up a platter of shit that make the mind splatter my dude you gotta keep up
Thinking exterior drives a man to delirium
When the battle come spiritual

booty, like you see in the movies
And on top of all that, I think her sister wanted to do me
But Keisha was exotic, and Cease my witness
She said, "Daddy,

the end of it
Spiritual warfare
Mind over matter
You don't even think you matter
So I laid her down like a platter
And I told her take by data
And I fix yo

Wanted Dead or Alive

Snoop Dogg

Gridlock'd

1997

crazy, baby
Only God could save us
Got my, mind on currency, hurry, see I ain't worried
It's a gangsta party so, Bad Boy gettin' buried
Snoop Dogg, why

Chuck Person

Meyhem Lauren

Dr. Lecter

2011

to serenade the precinct
Singing about granulated onions that ain't used for seasoning
My mind is off, this life gave me a different type of reasoning
I'm so

always said that shit don't come on silver platters
So I gather my thoughts and make use of all these synonyms
'Cause I could never swallow the truth,

the biggest bitches to smallest haters
I'm 'bout to serve these niggaz, call 'em waiters
Got my mind right, money right, ready for war
And I got the C4, under

nothing but a cheap lie
Gold platters ain't nothing when you're blind
Try my luck but I never see the right time
Shining bright in a room full of bright

make it real hot
Top secret, top secret (that's my secret, my secret) 
Top secret, top secret that you want
踏み込んだら never can turn back
Top secret,

Wanted Dead or Alive

Snoop Dogg

Snoop Doggy Dogg & Friends, Vol. 3

2005

crazy, baby
Only God could save us
Got my, mind on currency, hurry, see I ain't worried
It's a gangsta party so, Bad Boy gettin' buried
Snoop Dogg, why

In my bag by myself on some other shit
She throw it back with no hands
On some other shit
When they see me in my bag
Im on top of it
Yeah yeah yeah

a governmental thief
But I'm stacking dead presidents 
Like lettuce on top my beef 

Come around kids, I got a story to tell
When I was young rappers had a deeper

A platter of shards and built bricks are my aim
I don't like to invest I'd rather infect your dear mind
I'd rather choose to beseech what joys you'd might

if its danger
Is it near far in the distance fear got ya lost in persistence confused
By the abstract view tossed from perception
Mind shift the new

Pussy niggas gossip all that shit chatter,
I hit her from the back and make that ass fatter 
Now my life is lavish, my steak on the platter 
Mind ova