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Bring It Out of Me

Pacewon

Won

2002

cause I got a sharp feelin
My rap's about to swing on you like Mark Breeland
By all means, just like Malcolm X
I, make you people dissolve like

Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Delain

We Are the Others

2012

falling to pieces
One by one, going down
Will you pick up the pieces
Or leave them scattered on the ground
This will be your final chance
To fight for

Oh, let's go
Ayo, this John Anthony baby
Celebrating 35 years of one of my favorite albums Radio by LL Cool J
So it's time to bring it back with this

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cease
Duckin' and dodgin' from the school police
To the west, we got power, one time's scary
Hoodrats by the dozen, everybody's cousin
Caviar selling's

Killin Season

MC Eiht

Death Threatz

1996

please, no r.i.p.'s for these westside gees
I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip
Which I stash by my fuckin dick
Definitely set-trippin,

The Devil has made my body
And sold it to the Lord
Angels laid my body on a couch
Lord looked at my belly
And he found the devil's mark
And he burned

Water mains will rinse off the mud
Burn away the mark of our maker now
While we're alive

I am just waiting in a room
My body lets the tale unwind
It

different bitch, me and her is not the same (no)
And I'm hotter than a bitch, I'm a whole different flame

You know the motherfuckin' name, I go by L-E-O

I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout
Who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy
Jewelry at these

freak out
My last album dropped to deep south
Why does no one like my shit? wow
Ya'll just tryna fuck with me now but the bad guy's back with a beat down

to myself I’m my own man
I make decisions on the premise of whether or
Not that I will be my own fam
But look I ain’t no stan of me
The self-critique is real

Most people think that when the albums over, It's the end
But this my friends, it's just the beginning


I'm feeling good I'm gonna make a play
Want

around
I'm just thinking maybe I should put the pen down?
I'm just thinking do they really mess with how I sound?
I'm just thinking why my thoughts are so

voluntary, nor one that you can show
A noose that's tied so scarcely merely acts to keep you on your toes

Everything you've been's grown toxic, disguised by

hair wrapped in this thing
around my fucking head
and if i see you coming through my land
i'll cut your fucking head now
let me show you how to mark some

again
This must never happen again
Till the next time

Produced by Mark Street
Engineering and programming - Annie O'Raque
Piano Pete Jacobsen
Lead vocal

#This is the version from the original (norwegian)
#version of the album Red  (UMD 86505 Universal 1997)

I saw her first
She came around
The day my

The Cure

Non-Prophets

Hope

2003

they're left with the scent of death threats

in 7 seconds I'll become undone, I'm breaking through
if you're around by the time I reach number one I'm

King of Polyester

The W's

Fourth from the Last

after another he watched them fall, his mighty hook was way to much for them all the people cheered as they swept them away he turned around and said well

then I didn't know where to start
But inspiration hit me and I think I hit the mark
Not something special, no it ain't that much
Just written from

Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave

Listen...

[Verse 1:]
I could die before I get rich never touch a mill
Die before my album drops never sell a mill
Die

Cabasa

Max Tundra

Mastered by Guy at the Exchange

2002

a book by Morrish
Misread smiles and summer promise

Intervening love between the years
Has made me understand
I'm glad Naomi turned me down

Soon will be

Dear Slim

KJ-52

Collaborations

2002

[Verse I]
Dear Slim, I never wrote you or been calling
My name ain't Stan son nah we've never met and
My name's KJ let me begin by introducing now