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I'm Still #1

Cypress Hill

In tha Beginning...There Was Rap

1997

try and tell them, we're all in this together
My album was raw, because no one would ever
Think like I think, or do what I do
I stole the show, then

King Gordy)
My dick stays hard in graveyards, you pray hard
As I make love to Adolf Hitler's carcass
Call me a nigger as I lick his heartless chest
I

need this
I'm not kidding about that Michael Vick stuff, though
He like actually murdered my dog
I’m insane, King Kong
You already, my money long
I ain’t

role model
Leading by example
You lived conquered like royal
Black King
You come in different shades
Expresso, chestnut, almond
Golden honey nutmeg

wall
(That's my soul up there.)
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
(That's my soul up there.)
There's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb

Music is my religion
And MY GODs got soul
If ya can't give her up
She'll end up taking all

She'll lift you up,
Oh, She'll drop you down,
She'll make

I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it
I think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
Like

my opposition 
Just by me still 
Living with black on the 
Back of my hand 
Cops leaving my people
Dead in he streets I can't 
See as defeat cuz we

of the kings
Shout to the real ones like us, it's a shortage, it seems
I'm underground and overground and it's never been seen
Real council my streams
Got

must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm

Up and coming I just got a dollar and a dream
I ain't scared to grind I'm finna eat by any means 
Before they strip my life away, I'm finna make it

The Kenny Parker Show

Boogie Down Productions

Edutainment [Edited]

1990

slammin' albums 
BDP rocks consistently

From criminal minded to nineteen-ninety
Why? Well that's my secret baby 
Here's a hint: the public pays me 
So

on thirty summers
Goin' on thirty summers
We been movin' how you fuck niggas wanna
My 30 For 30 highlights doin' numbers

King
Woo, uh
Uh, king
Uh,

in it
You see they diss us, but they ain't hate us

They wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made

nowhere to claim 
I say a human is a human aint a human the king 
Now who can blame me for my reasons reasons
I get so angry I'm seething seething
Funny

be low, my nigga not seen
Just know he up it and smoke anything (brr)
Bitch, I'm the goat, you know I'm the king, uh
(You know I'm the fuckin' king

Hero or God, doesn't matter
Your fate is the same in this night
Blood and guts they will splatter
And you will die by my sword

Ain't your typical

Knee Socks

Arctic Monkeys

AM

2013

When you walked around your house wearin' my sky blue Lacoste
And your knee socks

Well, you cured my January blues
Yeah, you made it all alright
I

something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get

the truth
Cold blooded killers walking round in blue suits
What we do
I'm really praying for my people
Welcome to the U.S where being black is illegal
What we

and link with Mike (what?)
And if I let 'em have my wife, niggas should thank me
With this Balenciaga and Balenci' boots and a new blue Yankee
This is Ye,

wanna mic from the king, gon have to take it from me
I wrote the album just to tell my story
She looking at me up and down, then she smile, I think she

back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't

Album number two I'm dropping it out the blue
Saw dust on me I'm building another booth
Stretching in the morning I'm tryna preserve my youth
Coconut