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infidel

Thought I was a joke, so I jumped right in
Surrounded by the plastic sea, and jellyfish
With only myself for company
I made some more songs to feel

we come from
You know what im sayin
These motherfuckers ain't come up how we came up
Ay yo, Ay yo
Now who that still writin rhymes
No he's never

we did it
Someone tell em that I’m mixing up all of this shit an I’m more than legit
And I thought of logistics
How can I build up this team an get all

thing I wanna do is go out a loser
Much more than a internet user
Just want to be an all around good human
Streets never been the same every since tooka

No More Talk

T.I.

Trap Muzik

2003

mo' room for no mo' kings and no more crown to be given but by no means
Am I any more conceited than this game needed
And if I say it believe it, I'm

On a path to be the greatest
I can't let these niggas take it
Ima titan to these teens
I want more than fancy things
Like a queen that treat her king
Now we

out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You

Microphone Fiend

Eric B. & Rakim

Follow the Leader

1988

Hype as a hypochondriac 'cause the rap be one 
Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke 
More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't,

Microphone Fiend [Extended Remix]

Eric B. & Rakim

Follow the Leader [Bonus Tracks]

1988

I'm
Hype as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one-
Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke
More than dope, you're trying to move away but you

can't trust not a
Soul inside these streets
I made a video out there in Copenhagen
So the homies can see
To let 'em know it's more
Than just Pamela Lee

are poached (poached)
Sold more bricks than I expected
I gotta check my gross (check that)
If I hit him in the wig, that's gross (gross)
Or hit him

further than bait
Something more than thoughts and prayers
I need something better than fate
Same style, replayed
All y'all got the same frame
Stuck in that

Middle of the Night

MJG

No More Glory

1997

this thing off properly
Jet to one of my properties and blow a bag of that broccoli
Possibly, we could be, more than friends if you let it be
Imagine

than happy hour
You set a new goal I've already climbed the ladder
Set a record that I've already shattered
You looking beat up there
Gotta mix before I

Queensbridge up to Kingsland (Yeah I have)
For instance look at the bigger picture
No a mix up stay sharp fix up (Fix up)
It's a concrete jungle
There's more

Woah
I'm in a new different mode
Woah
Money to blow, you know
Woah
I'm living life by the code
Woah
Can't never fuck with a hoe
All that I been

Asking me what I been selling but I never tell 'em
I've gotten suspended for everything
Now I make more than my teachers and it feel good
I'm rubbing this

watchin' your six
My God will get you outta that pit
Get you legit
Ey, I'm free now
Got hit by the devil this the rebound
Gotta get back at him, gotta be

Microphone Fiend

Rakim

The 18th Letter/The Book of Life

1997

as a hyperchrondriac 'cause the rap be one-
Hell of a antidote, something you can't smoke
More than dope, you're trying to move away but you can't, you're broke
More

money
And I'm too turned off by a dummy
For me to like you more than my grind
I gotta be in love with your mind

Got a couple girls juggle at the same

act right
Don't be stacking now, paper is for my guys
Unofficial with your drip
You know I'm too official
Never rocking by myself you know I keep

right now
Honestly don't get quite how
Every step i make, He mount
Every breath i take, He allow
Never wait for the time like now
Don't abide by no time

I got more skill than than the joker,
I can give you power or come smooth with the floater
I like to mix my henny with a little club soda
Ask my nigga

Fifty racks for a show
Bro had them packs
He moved em' by the loads
Run out of a bag
Then we call for some more
We switched up the game
Now they call us