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Let me know right now what da problem
Tryna take out the game like zaza 
My flow be everywhere i be spitting it out like tye dye 
I tell ya bitch bye

Streeter's the one to see
I rarely compare with whose next to me
Journey so long it's the odyssey
But I don't mind cause I plan to
Yeah
I'm losing my touch

determined to do
And I know because I know he, he is, who he is, we taught him
Hey, whatever you do, put your full self into it
(Do it your best, be one

by touch, of which we are capable"".
So, they sought it out, and when they found it they groped about it.
The first person, whose hand landed

stride 
Nikes on my feet
1 year from now 
Checks will check me
Collabs wit’ the brand 
Backed, backed by high demand
I’m man the wit’ the plan 
Pat Riley

187 on a Hook

Brotha Lynch Hung

Blocc Movement

2001

Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away and to a vigi

a good place
Ride of your life, it's the high of a kite
Whose journey is limited by the source of the flight
Wish I may, wish I might
Wish I had

I would love a hand-made carpet, but I need to know how it`s been made
Whose fingers tied the knots, how much they`ve been paid
Some kids grow up

This is not poetry
They are my words handcuffed and carried away
In black Marias by men who play gods with guns
And wearing the official uniforms

muthafuckers
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up

Now, I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to mothafuckas when they scrappin'
Blast and watch 'em back up

Who

Kenny Lattimore

Weekend

2001

way?
I can't figure it out baby
I wanna know who's gonna love you like I do?
... and whose gonna be there holding you now?

Who can I turn to when

to aim it at
Stocked up on plenty pills
Tell me where the pain is at
I can't remember every tear but I'll remember paying it back
Lived by golden rule not

fed
Tell me where to aim it at
Stocked up on plenty pills
Tell me where the pain is at
I can't remember every tear but I'll remember paying it back

One time for ya, soul, now
One time for ya (One two, one two)
One time for ya, soul, now
One time for ya
Whose to say it's right or wrong to be rich,

there bore 
The semblance of a jewel 
Jasper or sardius 
And there was a rainbow 
About the throne
Like a vision of emerald
Round it were twenty-four

Doesn't matter how much you've been told
But it's up to you to protect what you now hold
Live by the Word and the Rhema
'Cause you're not called

They ain't ready for me to go UP!

I got rich so damn quick 
They though i done stole before
B- Blessed by the money
It be knocking on my door 
Why's

Words to Words

Max Webster

High Class in Borrowed Shoes

1977

M--Gary McCracken; L-- Pye DuBois)
Doug Riley: Piano and Synthesizer
Lyrics submitted by Billy Reed. Any other lyrics you see posted all over the net

One Way Donkey Ride

Mary Black

The Holy Ground

1993

have none though they have tried

Someone is drowning down there in the flood
But this river will dry by tomorrow
Is it ocean or stream, this love in

blatantly manly
Now whose going to stop me I'm outlandish!

This is seriously out of hand
My plan
To rock the microphone damn
A man
My styles are method in

cuz someone's just seen God
And fuckers rolling and rolling back to you
This is a story line
Of anybody whose in my light
And I remember who saved my

I'm under attack but I'm free
Imma bust up this devil, it's beef 

When the fire is strange, 
In the neighborhood... 
Who you gonna call? Demon Busters!

listen when love is full of lies
The monster it has risen, the monster never cries
Sometimes when I go away, sometimes when I'm gone
I ride the songs, we

muthafuckers!
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up!

Now, I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to
Mothafuckers when they scrappin'
Blast and watch 'em back up