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Let's Get It On

Grand Puba

Eddie F. Presents - Let's Get It On: The Album

1994

my last album title song 
but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea 

[Notorious

malnourished
In a place where social status is determined by commerce
And money is god he's thinking of turning a convert
All he has is his nap sack and his

ain't no need to pretend
But you don't wanna get singled out and labeled a grinch
While Christmas albums play on every turntable that spins
So let's, take

count the ever-present memory
Of his disappointed father but
The other shadow
Was a ship: the Battleship Ringo
Owned by music industry giant EMI

Before

worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep a condom by my belt
You know better than to trust somebody else, right
(Right?)
Uh, smokin' ganja but I'm still

by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is --
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
But

getting madder again
Send love to my exes and fuck all these hoes, but I might do a drive-by in a Benz
You searching with me after stealing my clothes, now

God Lives Through

A Tribe Called Quest

Midnight Marauders

1993

God, oh my God, oh my God

There's a million MCs that claim they want some
But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave,

even if I died last I’d be survived by nothing but class

They knew my vision was the future From way back in da past I left them to laugh and hate while

I hope
One day in this life
I'll find a way back home to you
Can't decide if I like it here
It sorta feels the same
It feels like a whole life ago

And your last two albums was fucking whack
Really was feeling the song about dolo
But you was by yourself you can't make it solo
And what's up with your

Dirt Room

Blue October

Approaching Normal [Clean]

2009

I'm like a ghost
I'll be living in a dirt room
Waiting for the day to be closer
To the window when you're home
I'll be standing by your back door

Order now before the sounds of sexy soul get away
Hey y'all, I got a great new album in the mail today
Finer thangs, hoes like (Yeah) dough

know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy

agreed
If she wouldn’t live for her, she could live for me
But what part did I play in my own conspiracy?
A life given to her was a life taken by me,

headed out to the lake and I'll be gone

All weekend long but I'll call you back when I get home on

Sunday afternoon and P.S. if this is Austin I still

haters busy trying to
Send me home early
But you can't New Orlean Saint me
I ain't a saint B, I ain't a god God
I ain't a angel neither but I try hard

or molly up in that chicken sandwich
Niggas was online like the new Jordan's comin' out
Kanye promotin' God 'cause his new album comin' out
But really he

and traffic's
At a standstill
Slay know I'm mad I missed his album (Facts)
But I don't play, like math
The kid's a problem (Uh, huh)
Different kind of caliber

young, that's almost acceptable
But not when you're my age, so I ain't
Bang bang bangin' bangin' like MIA
Truth be told, I wouldn't mind moving home
I

Virginia

Clipse

Lord Willin'

2002

re-locate, we off them rooks
So when we pull up, it ain't shit to do but look

In my "Home Sweet Home" I keep chrome next to my bones
Alters my walk

but
like Bone said, to all my homies ain't here, see ya in the crossroads, fool

Imagine this, me dressed in all black
At a funeral strapped with

drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,

straight
Burnouts in a closed space
Still blow the O's, but it's no vape
Homie album like a mixtape
Now he follow orders that I dictate
Chances are you gon'