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inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip

Last Night

Souls of Mischief

Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution

2000

but two shots are hidden then
Step into the station (Pass A-Plea the venom)
So we can take a sip and let the poison get in 'em
Ink off the mic like

tight track suit
I laid low cause she came with her man
But she was by herself, cause he ain't like to line dance
I said "Hi, I got two left feet
I don't

Fuck yo drab written shit
Don't you act innocent
My arts like a artillery packed penmanship
Face of past blemishes
Tracks of black militance
What can

Maxi Curls

Kool Keith

Black Elvis/Lost in Space

1999

flow and blow 

Puerto Rico  Southside  Latin  you're feed pattern 

Black people mingle  white people  buy my single 

Bingo bangle  let go my

man used to whip
If the white man tries to whip me I back hand him
I pimp
I got black run through my soul bitch I don't walk
I limp
Mix the tracksuit

verified you can tell by the checks
Real recognize real yea that's a real fact
Dollars blue and teal but my wheels matte black
Watch Dave Chappell when I

unwrapped the review is black clouds
The talisman grasped as I cast the track out
Abara-ca-dabra al-a-kazaam crack sounds
With them flash bangs pow pow

schtick
Sick slick, hidden in a book
The only way they find it if it's spittin' in a hook
Listen, don't look now, keep walkin'
Traded three beans for

schtick
Sick slick, hidden in a book
The only way they find it if it's spittin' in a hook
Listen, don't look now, keep walkin'
Traded three beans for

up like this track tryna fist fight back
When the producer heard this verse it left his eye black
Ask my chef, I eat rappers, I like mine's prepped

Speaker

Snoop Dogg

The Greatest Story Ever Told

2008

(we did)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
And if you mess around,

I should start smoking til my soul's black 
Fuck that Zerky be smoking until he goes black 
Until the point you look at him questioning where he

Like a hawk tracks down its prey 
I searched for you through snow and fire 
All ties are severed 
Now my life is vengeance 
 
Eight years I’ve been

Her roaring silence and distance displayed,
With safety as excuses.
Conversations filled with the hidden portrayed,
Hiding her heart black with

A part of a League of Extraordinary Gentle Men in Black
Italian Job we taking the church back
So I stay on my knees
Forecast is the scriptures

in my domain
You entered deep in my woods
I must warn you of who I am
So prepare yourself for the wood rhyme rap murderer
I go by the name which is

hidden in the black mind you can't mine it
Can't stand it can't define it
Thats the third eye
Lit the herb seen it from a birds eye
Ideas ahead by light

Ripped through scenes in my life like old flicks
My body lit
Spit flow into piles
Gave birth to styles
Inflict scripts pre-flipped
By my lips in the cell

that
Break the breaks off
Now the trains on tracks
See what we make
Off the momentum we got
One moment can do a lot
Day of the date
Take the staircase

starting to drip
Saying too many sweet thing's just a flowing from my lips
I don't need your coins I need the change and a tip
What should I do at times

a maybe
Levels get high niggas move like they tripping
I be by myself so I don't got to fit in
Subliminal rhyme but this shit don't be hidden
Connect

up
Leave me by my lonely
College bitch tryna test me told her straight up
I ain't no fuckin LSAT
Mixing zaza with the flights
Im on a different jet lag

the right track

A secret rendezvous
A hidden message or two
A blow to your fragile ego
I hold what you don't need to know 

Lyrics and music written by Amiss