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Running across stages is a drug
It's like a blunt, we crumple the raw papers
Call it the Lord's name cause we taking it in our veins
Like the feeding us

carried by six

Had to get it on my own

The Hussle of Nip

Never forget

Where you at

cnd where you came from

The hoes love me

Got them laughing like

Ties to Virginia like Teddy Riley, since rap I been treadin' lighty (uh-huh)
They mad I'm back rappin' 'bout dope again, never mind me (fuck it

whose point of view is it from
I don't know, it's just
What are you trying to get at
Quit playing dumb
Like you're beating around the bush
Whose point

Shoyoass

The Coup

Pick a Bigger Weapon

2006

Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
Let's make it alright

The black is heated, baby, yeah
A hundred Fahrenheit
Act a fool, showyoass
Let's make it alright

It's

And I got it by myself
I'm showing my ass today 
So I don't need no belt (woo x3)
This hoe all in my face
She say I make her melt
Just playing the game my

Yea
Loneliness is a hell of a drug
By nature
Humans are social creatures
We're only supposed to be isolated
From each for short periods of time

This song was alleged to be
On "Melvin Flynt" but is
Not on the final release version
Possibly from a bootleg

Yo all y'all bitches can pay
For your

another hoe, that bitch humbled me
Bitch looking like Melvin Gordon, she fumbled me
Grabbed a bitch by the hair, told her suck my D
Baddest man up

Here Come the Lords

Lords of the Underground

Here Come the Lords

1993

make it funky
Stop being stingy knocka, pass that Brass Monkey
I step, off a stage, everyone knows, who I am
Grab the mic like Teddy Riley and I _Jam_

a fade away
Life falls in line when I call the play
Pat Riley
My soul shine it's Showtime like Magic
That slow grind I stay on mine ain't no stopping this

At by Jaleel Jackson
Naw, naw Ricky Mel where your ass was at,  
You tried to use material but it was attention that I lacked,
Plus you're too

bumping like it ain't nothing in my neighborhood

Picture me hanging paintings on wall with perfect framing 
Life without presentation is aimless as arrow

[Who didn't? Whose doesn't? It can't be me.]
Chakras misaligned while I shine despite it
Reignite the rhyme just in time reciting mantras
Now I cycle

and I'll be using it amusingly for decades after I die as the whole world is grieving, the fuck you want me to do in this world as your girl writes my name

Just Remember

Sister Hazel

...Somewhere More Familiar

1997

A place long since forgotten
In a world of yesterday
Except by me, yeah me
 
And Oh, whose plan was this anyway
And I never thought "He" would want it

my sell
Tryna do this shit by myself
No cash app no cash app just hit me on my zelle
Just hit me on my cell
Hit me when you need my help
Cuz when they

Because my life is like a movie, every night premier screening
Some may say I'm so conceited, and I let them believe it
Simply cause they could never be me,

photos of myself, I don’t know him! (I don’t know him!)
Make money not love ***** I’m celibate
Tryna' give me ***** Uh Uh ***** we sellin' it (Uh Uh *****

really tellin
Say cam this shit hard ,Who the fuck is you telling
Smoking exotic , I know you can smell it
Her pussy got wet cause I rubbed on her belly

and linger
Release our libidos ache, in frantic fornicate

I can hear your body baby, it talking to me
I'm enchanted by its words now honey, their seducing me

elliot, oBE?
(Uh, well, I don't know the book, sir)
Er, never mind
Never mind how about 101 Ways
To Start a Fight? (By?)
An Irish gentleman whose name

January Git

Gilbert O'Sullivan

Himself

1972

I still believe in Sunday as being a day of rest
And maybe it's because I'm an Irishman
That I like Dublin best
Still whose who are you to tell me

as well call 'em rhetorical phone calls
For real, bruv, it's all about sex
Call me a motherfucker
I'll say your mum's next
See, I know girls that will get