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I must confess, I am unimpressed
By them numbers on your check
Had to interject
Had it in her neck
Had her in her sweats
Had some winter sex
Bitch

Don't let the door
Hit you when you see me eatin' all the cake
I'm red like rare steak, I'm special
I sized you up when I met you
You a pop fly, won't

be steppin' in, Porsches I be ridin' in
So take your damn vitamins, My album cover's violent and I'm never takin' Vicodin
But it feels pretty nice

shit happens at this pace
And in a few months a new album for your mates
Only few months wait, only few months late
Peace

And I walked in here
With my

on your block for three summers and four winters
Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga
I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger 
The 44

little nigga put me on
Drop albums hot freestyles
So let me hit them with
A little bit of Flipmode
Bust your head then bust your rhymes
You better cut

And Now for Something Completely Different

Funkoars

The Hip Hop Show

2005

look, Your dealing with a heavy weight
Suffas got a bed, But I gotta bitch in every state.
Strap the latex, I'm the pin prick between safe sex

you rap, I'm a lifeguard
We gon stop this war, we gon pull up to his door
Now we're gonna mess around and make an album cause were bored

Chanel

the door in yall trap,
I had bust a n*gga head,
Nah not for real that’s a tall task,
They say a cobra decisive 
Black and white somebody don’t fed
Ah uh

OKHIPHOP onBeat
Yeah

Walk in the lab like I was Dexter
(Hol' up) , yeah
Let me put your mind through some pressure
(Know what?) , yeah
I'm talkin'

has been studied exstensively
But what does your musical taste say about you

Back when I pressed play
and heard KRS on that cassette tape
It made my

that's past tense
Long as it get me there
Safe and its a fast jet
From popping doors
In my cell
To popping champagne
Promote my album
Like a presidential

i could ever be, coz i love me, i'm just proud to be me yeh

So as i walk out the front door the children play their games, i wave at some passers by

Sexy Cyber

Hopsin

Gazing at the Moonlight

2009

'cause her music's too loud
And she just caught up in the zone of a Ludacris album
Now she's home, she opens the door, moves to get out
Soon as the foot