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Albuquerque

Weird Al Yankovic

Running with Scissors

1999

suitcase and my garment bag
And my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball
And my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel
But finally I

to kill
Without any skill all we doing having chill
Icy wine, no time, all fine, we left it till...
Blazing summer, resting under pines
Waves on my ears,

foot on they knecks
I promise you need your own tennis shoe
You got a bag it’s Fendi too
Look at your shoes, it’s Jimmy Chu
You need a nigga that be in

nigga, don't
Act silly, bullets fly, little nigga
My bitch ain't Bonnie
But I'm Clyde with this nine or this spinner
(Spinner) , yeah bags under my eyes

sounds of thunder
Convince your morherfucking team to fall back it’s to late 
We taking no prisoners
You under attack
By mister condition
Doctor strategy

Small Talk at 125th and Lenox

Gil Scott-Heron

Evolution (And Flashback): The Very Best of Gil Scott-Heron

1999

This is just like listening
to a conversation being held 
by the many people who congregate 
on one of the most popular blocks
in the largest

Tell me no lies
She looked me dead in my eyes and told me that I was the truth
Feeling disguised cuz none of these guys can see me
Whenever I step in

the secret assignment was
Sent to my door
The secret assignment was keeping my
Eyes on the prize
Realise I'm just not the norm
Keeping their eyes on the storm

they said that I'm snobby
Spinning my ho's
Bitch I feel like I'm Scotty
Where is my Jimmy? I'm living like Johnny
Cowabunga going dumb, Kamikaze
In your

don't like to listen
Patek with pointer that glimmer an glisten
Fuck up the pots and the pans in the kitchen
Rage in my eyes don't get burned by this fire

in the club

When gon' you come
Bitch, you look me in my eyes and die medusa
Why you acting like you really gon' do some
See hundred bitches like you

By myself
Just Like I'm Tonto
Caught a love jones , Brought the jimmy like I'm Capo
Raw doggie On a Nasty bitch that's a no no
Had a foursome, Just

Alright, alright, chill, chill, chill
Everybody listen up
I need Bradley over by the Slurpees
Larkin, go distract that homie over there
Austin, you

hours
I can't even feel my eyes
When you work and stay consistent You gon' always see time fly
You might catch me by my lonely
If ain't clicked up with

I use to go bag the work
Got what I needed but still had my problems dawg
Showing my vibe and my worth
Doing my dance young nigga stay wild in out

your bet
Watch me win it by a landslide, pull off an upset
Hold the burner close by my hands and my pocket
Hold the trophy high and keep my eyes

Freaky Thangs

Twista

Word of Mouf

2001

the bottles that pop
The models that swallow willin', up under my pillow stayin strapped up
If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape
So

I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Standin' on the front

And I barely get to sleep these nightmares about my father
Man I got to rid this drama so I left my baby mama
Start by moving forward full steam

The Grand Prix

Inspectah Deck

Uncontrolled Substance

1999

Got my eyes on the grand prize, place your bet 
Watch me win it by a landslide, pull off an upset 
Hold the burner close by my hands and my pocket

I got the juice by the carton
I say I got the juice by the gallon
Ya girl on her way in Uber
For a late show I’m Jimmy Fallon
She was down and out
I

of your dreams like Penelope Cruz
And the heels match her bag baby in Jimmy Choo's
Whatever style she choose, she be plotting a ruse
And my baby come on top

unless you one of my mane peeps
I'm just tryna run up my bag (know what im sayin)
Tryna put yo fine ahh in first class (know what im sayin)
You aint on my

say I got up next
Money bags under my eyes
Look like I haven't slept
Bitch I been goin hard so long but still I ain't run out of breathe
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