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sort of blue
You'll be begging someone to pull me off of you
When I'm stabbing you, I offered you a chance to leave
You'll only understand when you bleed

you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the buddha tye
I'm rocking well like

really want a problem with me 
I do it by any means adidas because 
It's cream blue face Mr. Scrooge dive in on the team 
Grimy because it's me regulator

sipping gin (Who for, I'm sipping)
Blue Cur', I'm mixing in
What's a diet to a die lit, how the hell else is he going in
Push back and commit the sin
She

Hello Mr Policeman my name's Tim
I expect the barman called you in
I'm sorry I'll leave just let me finish my beer
And this small whisky I got

Nitro

LL Cool J

Walking with a Panther

1989

these kill like a disease
Tried to fill my shoes, and caught the blues
Because they get bruised by the rhymes I choose
I kill rappers at random, I

The Maguire Song

Murs

F' Real

1997

to see this nigga everyday up at the school 
I mean dude was cool type of fool 
who always said what he meant 
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by

of a killer, Mr. fucking Grimey
SAS 22nd regiment limey
Born in a bar with my eyes wide open
Inspired by debacles since I came out the fallopian
We don't fuck

the bangin'
On any given day like Mr. Cooper, yo we hangin'
Under the blue sky, the state laced in smog
Pollute your quarter inched cables with all the sound

(Ah)
Yeah, got a homie named Trel from Hoover
He might shoot you
Red rag hangin' out my right pocket
But I'll blues you (Doot)
When them roosters touch

different teams
Darkskin lightskin, red rag blue rag, republicans democrats, mexicans versus blacks
Matter of fact we aboriginal but they won't call us that

another souls help
Lost me by yourself

B.L.U.E they call me mrs blue babe
Swear these niggas be funny
Forgetting all the wrong they did
The only one left

time

Honest Abe done freed those slaves
Eighteen sixty three
Sitting Bull and Geronimo
Waitin' for the Robert E. Lee

Slightly American music
Slightly

Mr. Brockett (WOW!)
If you fool around,
Were done
No Mr. Brockett, lowe me to live (Hey, Hey)
Ok

Step to it, get to it
Bicep than you drop to it
Nae

Super Supreme

The Lady of Rage

Necessary Roughness

1997

never play me like chumps, punk
Ha, jump up to get beat down, see now
Lyrical murderer, still R-A-G now, E now 

Sheeyit, super supreme
When it's

Hey! Mr. Sluggard, wake up from your sleep
Roll up your sleeves and start to sow some seeds
Don't be discouraged by grace you will succeed
Nothing in

appreciate that it's been
A pleasure meeting you
Now could you excuse me for just a moment
Erin: Of course, Mr Schaffer
Schaffer: Thank you

Now, when I came

fucked anybody i wanted to.
I was, however, gang raped by a blues band in an old
school bus. That was pretty
horrible. There were only three of them.
I

when you makin' the shot
It's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm CT fletcher, mixed with a little Mr t
(Uh, huh) you on The Shade Room just hoping
That you

the same green I get
I mean I get so much
Green it's like I'm Irish
High glis' on my wrist and you
Can see the camera shoot
The CD gettin' spins it's Mr

Frigid Winter Days

The Ocean Blue

The Ocean Blue

1989

winter days
 Out with an 'F' you go to frigid winter days
 blow by the, blow by the snow
 Ba ba e ya um ba ba bae ya um ba a
 Mrs. Smith has gotten old

ew ew e e e
Ew ew e e e ew ew e hold up

Bridge:
I said her and I said she 
Now it’s time those pronouns take a switch
Cuz if a nigga walk by me
With

the game militant track race
Fuck pretty
Put Murder back in front of MA$E and lets blaze this place
And ask your God do I owe yall like Semi
A.I, Betha in

good vibes 
I give it to you sweet vibes 
Take am dey play by heart
Sweet melody oo
No be blues or jazz 
No be soup for rice
My other guyz don cast