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are you gone catch it
Hell naw bih ion want what you passing
These hoes out here just too easy
Straight up nasty
Put em in the trash can
And its always

over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,

over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,

Play For Keeps

B.o.B

Strange Clouds

2012

they tryna take us under
So when you see them folks, don't forget to warn a brother
I made it out alive but still the battle is a struggle
Veni, vidi,

Is there anyone else who can see this
Feel alone even though I'm surrounded by friends
It's about time I find out who
Has this way to make pretentious

Oh yeah by the way literally every clean version of a song 
I'm ever gonna make ever is gonna have a meme in it so in it so in it so

on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck

and gents

So check it out, y'all, kick it



It's time, time, time for the freaker to kick it through your speaker

For the B-boys and Jameekahs, contrary

Autobiographical

Black Sheep

Non-Fiction

1994

It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens

Speech on the beat with the talk 
You let me teach with the chalk 
When I finish I leave you in shock 
And I don't even think that it's crazy enough

Last Call

Kanye West

The College Dropout

2004

on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out

dozens of Christmas songs during my time with the Failure Club. Songs, they just came so easily to me. They just poured out. And by the first year of being

way here, no rules
Back when it was serious, handing mixtapes out in my school
All I had was my brain and my hunger, had to use that as tools
Amount

Play for Keeps

B.o.B

Strange Clouds [Clean]

2012

take us under
So when you see them folks, don't forget to warn a brother
I made it out alive but still the battle is a struggle
Veni, vidi, vici, I

lights out like this is all that I have
Cuz it is, who be giving all I give
I be listening to other rappin like aye boy y'all mid
I got way too much

turned fascists while the other half died

Why's it that a ticket out 
Is always a Faustian deal with the devil?
The field's not level whatever
Give me

Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is

version of his old whip.

During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar

It's all money and hoes to me
Pass that crack, bitch

My Version of It in the motherfucking house
With beats more famous than motherfucking Mickey Mouse

was going to be a 
Christian version of someone else
Reborn Tha Truth Speaker 
So I can be my only self
Then years later I chose to build 
My own studio

beats
So, I can just spit my raps
Then write songs with a message
That's so strong
And finally come
Out with my album
That seems so long
I told y'all
I

Sick in my head, my disease
Pen and pad, my release
Been ignored
Its my time to speak
You won't hear me going out quietly
Shepherd by day
I heard

Bust some shit out some lung
Don't know how it's going, Yungstar's still flowing
Flipping with Poyo, and his
Trunk is steady glowing
See that boy me

Bust some shit out some lung
Don't know how it's going, Yungstar's still flowing
Flipping with Poyo, and his
Trunk is steady glowing
See that boy me