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of those people
Wey dey try rap like oyibo
Wey dey sound like oyibo
And definitely you’ll not be good enough for America because
Every baby right now in

are starving
And your baby mama can't help you neither
She on unemployment
put your family first, feelings last
Cause that's what the law is
put your

Live or Die

L.G. Wise

Me vs. Industry

2002

Pac
Or end up in the flames
'cause It's just too hot

Yeah, I heard your album
And Baby boy it was wac
Murder lyrics, deceving spirits sung over

Smelled on your aura, heaven scent
I know you were hurt
By some damn peasant
I wrote you an album, I got presents
Yeah you dyed your hair all black
And I'll

Erfan-Her Leave
Album : H
His eyes were all on her 
He wished if it occurred
She broke his heart in sure 
He couldn’t breathe no more 
 
Have you

We living too fast
We ain't doing that shit
Dropped a couple albums
Now they got my ego massive
And all these bitches plastic
But i see right through

But nevermind that old money, I'm tryna get a new buck
Buy the nubuck, fresh size 12
And ain't nobody help me - we did it by ourselves
Inspiring

And Now for Something Completely Different

Funkoars

The Hip Hop Show

2005

a shitty job, 5 days and 50 bob
And after debt collectors I got just enough to get written off
My crew the dirtiest Funkoars you heard of us
Second album

they hit the ground
And they hear a sound
That doesn't make sense like nigga
Kids wearing cap and gowns this my album
And when your parents try to come

Rapping up a stewardess
First class, I am so new at this
Used to ride the metro
Now that shit is retro
Like the infrareds on my feet, baby let's go
Sinatra

the smarts
To grab the game by the balls And tear this shit apart
I go so fucking crazy like the Streets of Haiti
I'm bringing all the gravy
That's  how my

my eyes full of flame 

That is the end of an album
Part two is comin soon
Writing the column by column 
Lay down and enjoy the tune

shocked by the outcome
This one verse is harder than alotta y'all's albums
And there's some things I wish
I hate to admit I know
(Don't wanna be apart

,
Parang panaginip lang lahat
Nasubaybayan mo'ng mga alamat
Sabi ko naman sayo'y pangalay babakat
Hmmm... facts
Shoutouts to my homie "O" for real
Tong

rappers
Talking 'bout their private parts (yeah)
All these fake gangstas talking
'bout their guns and how they let it spark
(yeah) they say I do it for

Gone are the days I made music for all my crushes
Rather naive I believed it'd get me somewhere but
Chances are she don't know or never heard it

Intro

Young Rome

Food for Thought

2004

Young Rome
1st album
I'm here now
Yo yea
Let me get at y'all for a second

Yo I spit like no other
I let my flow smotha
Cities and burrows