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the cash endless
Rap with a vengeance
New smack for your syringes (Ah)
'Cause in the end you niggas is
All trash to begin with (Niggas trash)
I'm gods

All I can think about is getting money
I'm with a baddie ya know she's a honey
We gettin dirty but it's nothing muddy
I ain't the type that she gunna

Genuine Article

Kid Rock

Grits Sandwiches for Breakfast

1990

Yes me the low key MC
With the ability to rock a party
Anywhere and make people stare
I'm lookin while I'm cookin with no care

Pumpin the new

we started with rap, but you know it don't stop there
Brett Favre Lied and Your Son's In A Rock Band
Every single song hits hard like a back hand

smart with a cheap heart
Five Nine, a street nigga with deep feelin (what?)
I keep illin, my steez willin to keep killin (what?)
Fuck rap, a lot of y'all

Grow More Pot

Jello Biafra

I Blow Minds for a Living

G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack

a fetus
Na I don't need your rap bars on my remix
Turn Soulja Boy tell ’em
Into Soulja Boy teethless
Ask about the kid, JID, older boys preaching
Teaching

straight
and the most I make is final pick
anywhere they shit like riding slick
with a thick chick slobbing your dick
even if it means fighting these niggas

straight
and the most I make is final pick
anywhere they shit like riding slick
with a thick chick slobbing your dick
even if it means fighting these niggas

Tempted cleverly with outlets of the energy I waste
Wrong investments where my energy was placed
All these haters wanna cop the image by the memory they

Put that boy on tv now its first degree
And that bitch nigga know he cant fuck with me
No shirt see the gun by the boxer briefs
Tryin tee off on me now

kids
This is for the students seeking solutions to they problems
This is for the ones with no fathers
To teach them how to tie they laces
On they two

tremendous

Yeah
Allow me to recap, what has happened thus far
Mama I'm a rap star, I got Allahu akbars
My ambition and drive is a luxury ride
Your own be

a, flight through the night
Build a, vibe with a dime by my side, alright
Who said raps dead? Had to keep it alive
They're like
How does he do it? They

Back with the remix looking way to genius
When the bullets start flying
That’s their weakness I make it look too easy seamless
I’m in my element
I

i mean master remix, screamo, and rap what the f*ck
You guys suck!  

Get the f*ck up off my nuts (uh huh) you crazy jealous f*cks ( oh oh )
Seems

say that Swamp Baby ain't lyrical
Weaving pictures of addiction, hopes, and my ambitions
Just because I ain't a backpack bitch I'm called inferior
By

Empire State of Mind

Jay-Z

The Blueprint 3 [Clean]

2009

it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere 
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway,

they asking me to rap, but I am not a rapper 
Father son and holy spirit; I don't got a pastor
I don't travel fast to work, cuz I don't have a master
I'm

pointer lead em die way
Seven seven seven seven seven seven keep em leading right way
Never call myself by my rap name I only write nigga
Only ride wit it

that they all gonna fit in my bag
Came with my swag
Came with a remix and got my own jazz
My style is cold and is run by the Mack
Yuh

Yeah
20 Pound

I’m slick back 
Walk in with a backpack and ain’t nothing in that bitch 
Nothing but a laptop and rap songs filled with some lyrics talking bout how I’m

how to rap but im bossing for real
A 100 a month do 10 racks in bills
Vacay with my main relax and we chill
An I dont speak on no murders or no niggas

Who's Number One?

Lil' Kim

The Notorious K.I.M.

2000

like to introduce to you, my bitch

Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats
Trying to take my crown, I ain't