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The Message

Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five

Rap: Hall of Fame

1992

the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip

The Message

Duke Bootee

The Sugar Hill Records Story

1997

the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip

cant even eat with me
How you think you seeing me
I been eatin 5 stars since i was fourteen
Working by myself so i cant get laid off
Boy you a clown red

Pussy boy wanted beef with me over Galactic acquisition
Called his mistress over and put 10 inches on her forehead like Payton Manning
I'm a street

Bad memories, lotta bad chemistry  
Bad tendencies, lotta bad remedies 
Bad enemies baddest in the industry 
Rest is history, to victory
Naw fuck

"Catches bullets with his teeth? Nigga
Please" "The secret await's eyes
Unclouded by ambition" "What?"
"Those who are bound by desire
See only that

when you see K9 he always shining bright
They never know say man who sing this song
They never know who tell them leggo de gun
They never know them boy

Millions

Pusha T

Money Mafia Music, Vol. 2

2013

the pawn shop was my paradise
I was dead pop when that powder came for that knot saved in that shoe box
Blue tops, blue tops, bad bitch in that blue fox

Millions

Pusha T

Millions

2013

the pawn shop was my paradise
I was dead pop when that powder came for that knot saved in that shoe box
Blue tops, blue tops, bad bitch in that blue fox

rich boy, we got big toys
And you know they go ra ta ta ta
And they comin at cha, make you
Just Dance like you're Lady Gaga
Rocka by baby bye bye
No give

when I go shoot, I might just green a nigga up

I'm talkin' 2K, bad bitch eat the dick
No, we ain't finna watch no Blu-ray
Nigga flexin' with the same

Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies

Yea I think I need a soul clap

The wings growing how you gon ignore that
Bad energy how you absorb that
N***** want the sauce I won't endorse that
Nah,

it be
It be expiration dates on seeing good in me
I be too affected by the shit I couldn't see-ee-ee, ay
My boys out the hood, ain't no Cuba Gooding,

Don't know what happened 
Growing up that made me such a hopeless romantic 
Then I met my first love 
Four years flew by, then I dipped to live

on the white bitch 
Dope boy fresh when I hop out I quit school to hit licks im a drop out 
You was playing games I was outside slanging that torch in a drive by

dirty I do it by myself
With love

I don't look very nice without my skin-on
Electronic B-boy
Moths flutter around head
Rock x-ray goggles
Sucking

shit wet like the rain
You can't compare to me we not the same
Ray Allen how the young boy got the game 
You get murdered for yo moment of fame
Let's Go

security, drift by the day
Mercedes, drone on, crack Clem, for the first verse
Currently, well, finna get your own switch, cause you're live
But shut up,

And to the negativity nigga I'm Ray Charles
But there's demons haunting the boy
Disrupting the cause
I'm longing for joy
Don't get me wrong I'm happy but sometimes

Boy just be yourself
That's all you do
Fuck 'Em

Fuck that bitch, she tryna flex
Like she upset she know I'm next
Can't lie, I'm late on rent
But I

How bad do you want it
Tell me how bad do you want it, what will you do to win
I've been working like a slave, but I run it like a king
I've been

cope ho (Ay)

I'm a bad boy I'm like will smith
Fly wit the girls give me a kiss
See a emo bitch with her dark shit
Imma take her wrist start slitting it

cnd every time it hurts so bad, I really have to season
cnd I decide to change my mind and free me
cnd my new mindset goes like

I don't need boys
Cause