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sure, there is
A direct, not inferred, reference in
Her lyrics to "salad tossing"
Which, to be clear
Is the act of being anally probed
By someone else's

you'll see the truth written by the masters
My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing
Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can happen
What do we own? Not

Black Zombie

Nas

The Lost Tapes

2002

ask
For reparations, then they hit us with tax
And insurance if we live to be old, what about now?
So stop being controlled, we black zombies

shoes
There's not a second to lose
I know that God is the truth
And every single word I write intends to show you that view
Let's take a break, circle

Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives

who squeal then I peel like an old cut
Like my women height and not even trying
And if she leaky leaky then Meechy gon' dive in
Ha, mic check check

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


*
Words sometimes

want to be him.




I tossed the roses and I went away
There's nothing left not a single word to say
God, Why did it have to be him?
I went to the bar

Savage Time

Big Sean

Double or Nothing

2017

Yeah (Secure enemy!)
Yeah, look (If they do not surrender, shoot 'em on sight)

Talking to my momma half the time (Shoot on sight)
Talking to my

an esthetician
I made some bad decisions
And I paid for my mistakes
But I still got a debt
Until I pay for mom estate
She not a homophobe
But she would make sure
I

irrelevant
They know were better the rooms full of elephants
Lit the match there's a blunt there
Your bitch on me she a jump scare
I spit hotter than a sun

an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by

not enamored by our surroundings. She's the anti-stage mom. She's an immigrant mom who wants her daughter far away from the music business! And she is

with blood salt and flirting
Not a single seed will sprout from this once fertile soil
When the autumn comes there will be no harvest toil
Oil smothered

greatest hits with a hint of 2Pacalypse
And I feed my dog gun powder, carve crucifx on hollow tips
I do not exist, all this weed why I need a therapist

or the crowd
My guns out
I unload, not a single frown
Every shot close, but no one goes down
Zombies close in and the crunching's loud
Already gagging

at the same time how can I judge I'm stuck in thoughts not making moves
All of a sudden there she was, a beautiful girl  sipping whiskey on the rocks

wanna go back to your city beat
By a little teen, just a kid from the bay
West side what I'm repping today
Yes I hit the level of best five in the state

How I Met My Ex

Dave

Game Over

2017

she's there if I'm in need
While I'm at shows getting tempted by girls that are on their knees
You know I'm only a teen, it's like my eyes started

Kids just going around spreading rumors
I can not just notice a
Single second that's too much
Go and get a life instead
Of camping out at hooters
Flex

one nigga!
Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
Ya biggest hit single is wit' R kelly
Well there's some questions I got here
Like how old was the girls he
Was

She's Not Just Another Woman (Monique)

Biz Markie

The Biz Never Sleeps

1989

I once knew a girl by the name of Monique
She was my childhood sweetheart every day of the week
Whether PS46, or 151
After school I'd go to her

and meaner
Called the front desk and asked for a steamer
I'm a bitch bagger, not a Twitch streamer
I'm eatin' pizza in Little Italy, damn, I used to hit

What a perfect body she has

Perfectly slim, but not anorexic
Nice high heels to compliment the outfit
Still spit it how we live it
Blowing smoke out