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a gazelle
On the hunt clean cut seen who seen what
Full beard flow these niggas is rappin like peach fuzz
I'm not the type ta comment on another mans

know, wid dem belly full


Make Jah be ya present

Watch poverty life be ya past

Vanity vanish, Jah Jah love everlasting 

The system a flaw empowered by

Stop Complaining

Lyrics Born

Later That Day...

2003

the beginning
Maybe you shouldn't be bumping bellies from the giddyup anyway, dummy

Stop complaining (Well, for now)
Stop complaining (Man, YOU stop complaining)

Yo uh

Whenever I look at people
All of us so similar
How they move, how they talk
Man, it's funny
'Cause they keep on tellin' me
I'm just gon' be

di .38 and full di belly 
Get the shotty steady dawg and nuh lef’ di Remi, ah?
Ever ready dawg, you know already 
A weh di other gun name? Link

no jelly
Back start touching my belly
I had to go dip the sauce
Now money fall like ConFetti (Oh)
Had to do it all no help
Feelin like I owe myself

from a stroll in the park
Putting holes in the wall
With a belly full of rage
Ain't no hosing it off
So you
Self harm cause you gotta feel something

life it was full
You already saw full circle
You already saw full circle

Many are called, but few are chosen
And You have chosen me
Not by my might, but

said I'm blind by these lights
Fist fights deer in the headlights
Beer of the red stripe living as I get by
I told you the hooks are rare but my hands

Look at All Those Idiots

The Simpsons

The Simpsons Sing the Blues

1990

Thought I had my mojo working

That man by the cooler
Drinking water, as if it's free

Oh, that's Homer Simpson, sir
A drone from sector 7-G

Yes,

will
Me and Ninjaface with this AR
Wardrobe dressed to kill
We best at skill, we ill
We say all our rhymes we thrill
We drop the jaw like Kanye and Fitty

Call Ticketron

Run the Jewels

Run the Jewels 3 [LP]

2017

to the crease in her garter
Her ass my religion, her love's why I'm livin'
I smoke farm to face by the field full, partner
Life's a shitnado, the smoke my

inside you made me empty hard
My belly full of lead
Cuz somehow Motherhood's
The only thing I've known for sure
So what is left
If Mother's not for sure

name, in Belly
They tell me, its very difficult to see 25
And if I survive it'll probably be with a celly
My opportunities are low because my brown

no, I can't be your man

Ch-ch-ch-choppers, we air him out
AR-15 with a cooler, he hot, had to put him out
I'm on the block and  the stick is out
No,

Jesse

Grandmaster Melle Mel

The Sugar Hill Records Story

1997

when he tried to give a pep talk
To over thirty million poor people like me
How can he say that we gotta stick it out
When his belly is full and his

Jesse

Grandmaster Flash

Old School Rap Box Set, Vol. 3

1994

when he tried to give a pep talk
To over thirty million poor people like me
How can he say that we gotta stick it out
When his belly is full and his

It's Ruo nigga, you already know I'm comin' nigga
Foreva husslas nigga, R.I.P. Alexis nigga
Aye, if you reach for my chain nigga, you a dead man
So

comfortable
I fuck with super Sammy Blanco
And fuck the bull
Hydro I puff and pull until I'm duckin' full
What are you fuckin crazy come
On it's Weezy baby
No

sense
Don't sit on that shit, man, we jumped the fence
Uh, 'cause certain areas are tense, yeah
That's why I'm never at events
Uh, 'cause I was tryna

pissed when
Their legs do dash
(Skrrt, skrrt)
I know they got no waps or dingers
They drive-by in cabs (Drive-by)
It's half past ones and my hands
Are

commitment this is how the family phases out
Hollow Man on your account
Living in a world full of Hollow Men
Mere empty shells full of potential
Side by side

like ishaka
Hold di shekere
Don't lose di balance
I never knew she was a belly dancer
She make man jaw drop to di floor
Man kick up open di tavern door

I spent Monday on Strawberry Hill
Till I fell and I landed on your windowsill
I hung there by a golden fine web
I had woven from a hair of your head