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but I'm known to be cruel
Cause when I step up in the kitchen I don't play by the rules
You think that you're cool
But my cooking always making them

make u a righteous teacher
I kick yo ass back to the depths of hell
I'm on the steps I got death for sale
Take your first breath
Y'all niggas rapped

I gotta hear myself
Yo, look, ay, look

Niggas ain't see what I saw, a brick turn into a pot full of gold
Over that, spent my daughter first

Tell the truth cuz you ain’t gotta lie
Is you staying by my side, is you staying, uh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Me and Lisha at country park twisting up

and coolin’
Move you with music produced by who shhhh



I'm in the park walking louie
Watching beanies on their roller blades
And kids kick a ball while we go

research every sexual assault that was ignored by the police who thought better to avoid it

She could have had the life perfect tens are often handed but

split, kid 
If ya step to me mean, I'm zestfully clean, ya nitwit 
Meticulously delivering every insane syllable I can conceive 
In order to achieve

ride wit dem straps we gone shoot like da navy
Allat G.O.A.T. talk makem’ think he da greatest
When you step on dey neck dey gone say dat you hatin’
Ima

park)
(Our Electrons are here to defend against the visiting Roswell Ringers)
Power on
(Batting first is PM2-1043)
Power on
(Homerun)
Power on
Power

Ovulate
When im walking by
Converstate
Caught her eye
Like a Sharigan
I be on route
To the islands
Rocking my suit
Stunter shades on
Probably thinking I'm

be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like

you would leave
Which only leave the first,
Because Iʼm so alone, it means I only wish that you would notice me, huh? Always with the what ifʼs what

that's how people die
Hey mark, my fade sharp, my stage smart
Braveheart, back from the dead like Ray Park
I mean, Darth Maul for y'all, you wanna step

Cut Somethin'

Jagged Edge

Jagged Little Thrill

2001

the low-low
I'm fixin' to cut a nigga from the So So
I heard you cut a nigga from the DTP, you got DDT
From College Park to the DEC
See we be sittin' on low

probably nothing to you, so step aside nigga I'mma light a blunt in the booth. Give me a revolver and load one bullet, and don't tempt me cuz I got an urge

repent or no name
naw erase why remain caged in dismay
when you could be surrounded by grace
made my diction confusing 
now the wicked making up stories
I

snatch purses (snatchin')
I could go and step out by myself or let this sack murk 'em
Deals with the cartel, ain't no squares in my Black Circle
Went

Uh-huh
Check it
Ay
Ay
Yeeeaaahhhhh
And I
I need a field trip from my mind
I feel trapped all the time
And I’m done waiting in line
By any means
I

Dirty Dirty

Ol' Dirty Bastard

Osirus: The Official Mixtape

2005

(featuring Rhymefest)
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Two steps from the border line
Anything closer will kiss the nine
Think I'm out the game? You out

tell by my flow, been a menace since birth
My wrist got a clock, and it’s time to do work
The ticking don’t stop, ‘til I’m done being first

Lil N****

Ladies and Gentlemen!
The show that you've all been waiting for
Champion Birdwatchers!

How you doin' baby? I see you walk by
I'm wondering if you

Step by step
Beat a nigga like Batman
No prep
She see the way I put in smooth
No disk
And they can't believe that I can really rap
No shit
Im different

it's petty crime
It's only '94 when you wrote your first rhyme
And now you think you got more Skil than power tools
But never could your feet fit up in