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we be gettin' cash
Blackout, give his ass the blues, make it sound like jazz

Rule me in, slip and slide, and then smack her on her ass
I'm tired

On the corner by the square
I burst through that door
I said, "Pour me somethin' stiff
I got a story and it's laced with despair"
On my left sat Joe McKennedy
His

me to path from astray
God how I call me by you name
Name dropping Jesus, Joseph and Marie
If I should die before I wake
I pray to the power for my

feel it like hunger

This is jazz, this is rhythm and blues, this is rock and roll
With breath control like navy seals
From the heart of the culture

to refuel our aging souls
And by takeoff time we were outta line cuz everybody knows that

You gotta step out on the town sometime
Believe you me if you like

not tryin' to see rap lose like
Jazz and Blues to the cancer of
Mainstream dues like you and your
Rap Grammy committees
Marketing the pressures

lived it
Cried about it I got scars to show I did my time
I fought them off so homie let me teach you all the ropes
Bob and weave, duck and move, mlb

I’m disillusioned by the fact that I’m not more than just me,
Probably why my girl ditched, and I’m tripping the fuck out
Lost at the sight of a similar

bicch when she blowin beneath me
I go for blue and get green like Luigi YU could get blew for that cream it's deceiving
Uh
All of this green i'm receiving

seems.
i'll never win this race.
lucky me i've got the rain and the sky.
lucky me i've got bob dylan to get me by.
when no one else will sing.
lucky me

ice in my veins but I spew flames, Got the 40 in the stash by the wood grain
It's trap in my soul like B Tiller
Cause O's stay on me like Dame Lillard

the reasons are
And i still don't know all the reasons why
Life got me passing the seasons by
Fucked up in the face like a fallen angel
Now i just sit back

Slash jazz to my blues
Spark an incense then dim the
Lights down set the ambience for our mood
But she said baby come turn me on
I respond by blowing her

life. Mark Zuckerberg put a brain in my head. Then he fucked the shit out of me in  D D D D with a big - not blue, but orange - strap-on and his Android

You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN

I’ve seen love go by my door
It’s never been this close before
Never been so easy

To You Haven't Got A Clue

Try To Diss My Name Boy You Got Me Fucked Up
Left Jab Right Hook Hit You With A Uppercut
I'mma Never Give A Fuck Bob And Weave

Sponsor billboards round the outfield
The announcer climbs up top to call the play by play
Blue yells, "Play ball!" It's the crack of the bat
The season is

Tuesday
Nigga
Said he ain't about the games
But he do play
Nigga
Tell the truth
No Cruise
Bob Stewart day
Nigga
You too blue to save
I'm trying to cobble up

some drama
When Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede Pumas
What by the cut we push it off the corner
How was the buzz entire hip hop era?
Was fresh

nigga got a lot of goals
I was raised by blue nope not the cops
Im not nobody slime
Always keep a check up on me like I crossed somebody mind
I demand

am the work song the Blues lick
I am the orphan's improvisational Jazz
I am the drums and the brass
I'm all of the exploited
The boycott and the black

had
Hip Hop was gettin' ground, shit caught me offguard
My parents dig Jazz, playin' on both sides
Focused on my verses, infused 'em with might

before you lie
Yeah why'd you leave me for that other guy
You make me wanna, wanna die
Wish you would've stayed here by my side
But instead you jus' said

jazz to my blues spark an incense
Then dim the lights down
Set the ambience for our mood
But she said baby come turn me on
I respond by blowing her fuse