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[Jay-Z]
Turn the motherfucking music up

[Cam'Ron]
Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.

That'll tear up a terrorist
Especially a specialist
Man you know what the method is

3rd verse

Nigga I was California dreamin
Dreamin California
But ain't

on full blast makes the heat accepting
Is this mic on, testing testing
Yes it's super hot like the fire
That's set when lit by Michael Myers (Yeah)
All I do

glock we gone hit 'em up
Talkin' tough Michael Jackson gone beat 'em up
Smoke out the O while I'm servin' the fiends
Arcteryx jacket goddamn I'm so clean

Road to Zion

Nas

Welcome to Jamrock

2005

stereo
'Cause

I got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man
Ay, we gots to keeps it burning on the road to Zion, man

Clean and pure meditation

And I won't stop makin' bread
Pillsbury doughin'
Man I don't care hate
I'm just on this track flowin'
And I'm fresh, clean in some shit you ain't seen

more than the one, my Formula's 1
I drift from the pack, I'm Michael Schumacher, haha
Player to death, paper and checks
Back in a jiffy, I flew up

a don
3 months clean now I’ll craving the bongs
Will he succeed by making these songs
Better come clean when you taking me on
Better come clean cause it’s

is nothing to asses
Young man, young man, young man
That boy up to something, he look to his friends
When he be lost and he be needing loving
Young

the mines in the sky
Tryna blow me out from high range
Time flies by, by now I thought I would be as high
As the International Space Station
Still I rise

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

administer their Christ's blessing.
In America poison is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state.
Another glorious

stress, we're up in the wild, wild West
Up in the North, where man swings swords People don't fight like Jean-Claude
People just put it to a bar and let it

talk it
Throw ‘em in the air now the racks raining and falling
She climbed up in my cockpit
Say she dig my starship
Couldn’t let her in, know she just

need ten more crunches
I need oats by the bunches
Imma need you to pose on da boat Jhi like Stacy Funches
When you wake up
And weigh yourself
Say

a package of cats
And you can tell that we the shit by how the haters react
Cuz MCs have used up extended warranties
Only thing about you complex is your

boys
Even Michael Jackson
Got it bad boy
Even Prince
Damn I feel bad boy
So I'm taking flights
Add the steps up
Keep the wind bout you
Keep your chest up

you go down when the sun do
Sunset so we tripping off the rum to
Super head keep it clean, shampoo 
Girl I like the way u drop like fondo 
Might keep u

the paws, beat him up like a bean bag
Gasoline in his draws, light it up with a clean rag
Said fuck the law, bitch nigga you can take that
Do a hit double O

You got that gun, you gon' use it Claim he a snake, we gon' do him
Fuck up some racks, yeah, I do it Run up some racks, that's a movement
Yo' nigga

Can't Get Enuff

Kevin Michael

Kevin Michael

2007

foot nothing, I'm feeling the frame
A man that donkey on the back but like you need to be tamed
See I got her by the game, you know it?s a fact, boy
She

climbin
Man whats up in my mouth is steady diamonds
Yeah everbody like, where the night?
Im a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act shief
Gone break them

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

yeah the 3
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, that's the top man
Ima

And diamonds is all gold
If you fucking with my squad
Though, it be clean up, aisle 4
That's just how it go
Niggas slipping like Dial soap
Either I'm too high

the man go through, let the man go through
Move aside and let the man go through, let the man go through through

If I stole, somebody else’s wave to fly up