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And claim to fame (Yuh)
Where you been you been with enemy
I'm getting in and cut you up like vitamin
And take a half a day
This what he say
Sorry I ain't

the sky fill in
Stars are fixed above, while down below we spin

We'll walk by the old hunter's shack
Sign on the front warns that it's booby trapped

cocaine
Flick it all in the dope game
Snort coke, push dope
Down to cut a nigga throat
Spent half of his summer
Cruisin' on a love boat

(Mmmkay)

intimacy where it didn't live before

Putting love into the spaces that beg to be filled with it
Drinking your energy and swimming in it

But just platonic

close by when there was still a hole
Lost your signal entirely when someone filled the role
Lots of letters above your name but yours are still in bold

Yeah
Ron Lamont
You know how I do
Yeah
Wake up in the mornin get my cash right
A bag of okey doke and a canned sprite
Spendin money from a year ago

despite the odds 
Fed by the dispossessed 
Risen up from my grave 
They bring me limes and cheap tobacco
cnd don't ask me once my name 
Because the dream in

glitchin
It's a cold world, baby I'm a New York, baby
I'm in a cut with my lady Better not talk about Haydee

Pass me the pole, I got a 380 I never let them

Come through makin' it cold in the summer
Ayy fuck niggas know us, know I got
My north pole, bitch, Sosa santa, ayy
Call Johnny Dang up, he put ice

whippoorwill
His song sounds like a warning
Of the darkness that lies before us
And the devil down below

And the rains they fall in the springtime
They say for

to make it my whole crew is king muthafucka

Sunny days ain't none around here 
Go by one rule always gotta stay prepared
Keep it in gear just in case you

like Costa
Air bine, slide by this CZ-92 fine
Lurk in the Rec' then Manston sides
And back in the ends at half past nine

Don't get caught on that fence

extend me a line
Even half the time, I can't tell what is even mine
The pace is blistering, losing all sense of time
Feeling left behind

Work the 40 hour

mom's a hoe
Ohhh, Ahhh, Yeh-e-yeh
Wear that mask everyday 
Cover your mouth 
Cover your nose
Don't you make me cut you, hoe 

Back to work in the peak

On Tha Grind

Daz Dillinger

R.A.W.

2000

for mine
Until we get we it be out here on the grind

[Daz]
I wake up with the birds, early as fuck
Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks
Lil'

pure, all Purina dog food
Saw blood in the sawdust
Off cuts, what I saw through
Awkwafina, cough too, calm dude
Coffee, cat food, car keys
Scar cross his

drinkin since a nigga was fourteen
Young niggas now wish to see forty
Cuz the feds they be quick to extort ya
Lock you up have you sittin in court rooms
You

an addictive chemical
That not intended for use minors or anyone below
Your legal age limit in your country)

I'm sorry
You're thankful
That I keep comin back

Who Rotten 'Em

Slick Rick

The Art of Storytelling

1999

One of the greatest rapper, walk - I'm sayin'
In the field makin' my brick without hayin'
Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here
You, boy, drop your

Who Rotten 'Em

Slick Rick

The Art of Storytelling [Clean]

1999

One of the greatest rapper, walk - I'm sayin'
In the field makin' my brick without hayin'
Mad busy kid, nah whip cut here
You, boy, drop your

timbs I was flicking ashes and I burned my butters
I was in a different state every summer I swear that's my brother, we don't know each other
I made

nothing but you said you have it all
It's nothing took some loses but I know I never fall

30 bands, 30 grand, AK-40 in my hand
Make you suckers understand

my roll
Ima roll this dice
Roll my weed and laugh as I blow
My credit score went cold
Down 40 below
But my street cred up
With the coldest of flows

below frozen, no, I'm the chosen I'm so awoken, plays in motion
What the fuck you talkin'? Now you're joking

Know the monster has awoken I'm who you