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Arabian Nights

Shabaam Sahdeeq

Soundbombing

1997

Sinister voices stand at command

From Flatbush Ave. to Pickadilly Circuit
We work this double edge to split the head of serpents
To the finish which is

F.A.G. (Fake Ass Gangsta)

M.O.P.

To the Death

1994

bustin slugs, please
A muthafucka like you deserve 12 to your mug piece
So all you niggas start makin tracks
Because there's too many phoney baloney

Why you sitting round B?
Put in work or make bread if you sitting round me
Couple killers round me, if I'm lying I'm dying
I wake up in the A.M.,

speaking
Seen the candles and the virgins and
The curtain it was beaded

Greeted by the gypsy woman
Who looked me in my eye
Said ‘It’s free the first time

Worda Wordee Wordoo

Too Phat

360° [Platinum Edition]

Phat setting standards
Keep raising the bar
Hot tracks you bump to
While you blaze in the car
Amazing by far
Slang gets tongue twisted
I spit this ish

out here, name dropping, drop a BEN, Frank for me
Only, name that, work is, Jesus, & yeen even break Tubmans
If u, lookin, for a rider, buddy, I ain't

put them to rest

Yo I be counting hours
I be counting seconds 
I be counting minutes
'Til I'm chilling with my legends
See I put in the work all week

To enhance societies primal fear
A wonderful aspirations
One achieved by several great men
Ironically, the same fear that transformed the iconic legend, Howard

TO THE WORLD!
SINNER!

Seems like, everybody’s my friend,
Or they wish my death, bloodshed-ed many ah men. 
I licked my wounds and I said I’ll get em again.
Left

I got people telling me they miss the old me
(JD On Tha Track)
But that's like telling me you miss
The broke me
I left my past life in the streets
My

before it fell out
Doing shit that rappers'll never do
You know I'm on that
So why don't I start by telling
You what was in my contract?
Make the type

you been it just matters how you living/
Plus we put a lotta work can't describe what the feeling/
Ha re gadikile thata get the Eff outa the kitchen/
No

return to the same mistakes

cnd avoid another night where we're laying awake

In effect begin a step by saying the truth

cnd correct incorrect things

By now the whole world should know my name Big B I be killing shit
Virginia done seen the grind but now the world gone witness it
The past couple

My music magic
Im a nasty kat
I like nasty things
Envision this track
Like Freddie Kruger dreams
She came in my mouth
I ate it clean
Dont look at me

roast your clique
Throats get slit when this
Vocalist smoke a spliff
Okey doke? Oh but those don't work
My focus is second to none, I'm parallel

Now we coming home to own the land yeah
Now you know who’s on demand
And you can't tell me shit cause you work for the man
Fuck what you think I don't

the belladonna
Watch if you wanna
I work in that Castellano lisp
French Resistance, Oxford comma
Get press like I'm all cuff and collars
Winter's brisk,

Science Fiction

Radon

Radon

2000

Little green men coming out of paint cans,
Phosphate mines and Slaked Lime, 1966, he was sixteen,
It's Central Florida in the era of the dragline,