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this on your necklace

Talking about you in the game
Y'all some rookies
We you now know, that we some veterans

Who the hell better than m-IG-O-S
We'll

and connect all of you!
I just wanna...
I just wanna...

I don't know a thing...
My words are flying in the soundwave
Created by my voice!
Echo is lost again!
I

told me
They took your fake Rollie
And Nick Cannon chain
And you ain't go and grab ya Nick
Bag and let no cannon bang
The man who got ya shit never
Got

plaything
Don’t wanna stop this love we’re making
Scratches down my back and hickies up yours
Fuck from shower, counter, bed, and now floor
Oh who goes there,

and how I was now ready to throw in the towel. He says, you know Elizabeth, A&R's don't know what they're talking about and I've heard your songs

Mainstream

OutKast

ATLiens

1996

not my job
It just applies to whom it may concern you know who you are
But if you don't, you never will, you just receive the steel
But then it might

Banned In The USA

2 Live Crew

Banned in the USA [Clean]

1990

written in our rhymes
I know you don't think we'll ever quit
We've got some people on our side who won't take your lip
We're gonna do all the things we

Billy the Mountain

Frank Zappa

The Supplement Tape

1990

this bar!

By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,

good friends recently asked me
Xxavi who are you trying to target with this project?
I said, everyone
This project was created to connect with people

skeptically let you know
Your insecurities are highly detectable
Like the NBA, I'm professional
My rhymes, they bend they're flexible
So perfect, so symmetrical

some little kids
Balenciaga did some weird shit with some little kids (aw)
R Kelly put an album out admittin' what he did (aw)
Nobody care, he got

I said shit real
I know how baggin' a whole brick feel
But Cass'
Do you know how battlin' a whole Crip feel?
Who grip steel? Revolver with the spin

for sure
cnd now I know your word

I was a sinner
That is a fact
I was delivered
To hell and back
My last three albums
They show it all
My every problem

ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't

Who is Malcolm with no Penn Davis
No album no apple playlist
No Al Covani just Alex
He never picked up a camera
I never picked up a pen and I never got

settle this
No, you are not my friend, lil bitch
Don't fuck with hoes just like I'm celibate
Album of the year for the hell of it

I say, oh my, oh my, oh

Purple memories don't exist to me 
Who needs friends when you got 
Plenty of frienemies? 

Real enemies, 
They jealous 
Hoes see me, start acting

burned in your own waste
A nasty disgrace
See I'm so fresh
And so clean
I'ma exit the scene
Flyest you ever seen
Might never have a queen
Cause who better

with this sheer gift, and so I'm here to share it
I swear it, fuck money, so go ahead and copy this album
Don't sell it, give it your friends for free,

dislike
Just like Taike The Dyke
Don't even get me started about Devin
You wanna know who's better? 107
Friends with a fat guy like yo name is Kevin
So fat

made an album for you
What if it was by you for me?
I see your grin everytime my eyes are opened
'Cause when they're closed it's 'cause you chose I

are way behind
I know what's mine, fuck what's yours
Fuck fake streams I wanna sell out tours
That's where the money at
But fuck the money I want

in the crowd
Never seen a fan look so proud
I’m her hero she tells me on the daily 
Your my heart I know it’s crazy 
Thinking of you keeps my mind real

her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over
Some bitch who didn't want him
I know you