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off and say goodbye.
We'd rather be picked up by a twister,
Than tagged along after by a sister.
We'd rather eat french fried garden snails.
We'd rather

Snow Money

Bun B

Trill O.G.

2010

on this album?"
I said "you bitch ass nigga, I am P-A, who the fuck is you nigga?
Know what I'm sayin'?
Everybody know I rep for Port Arthur, Texas

The cherry gum would cover up the cigarettes we smoked
The 7-Up would balance out the beer
Mom would make us dinner, and we'd all try not to choke

Hannibal Lecture

Public Enemy

Rebirth of a Nation

2006

Smash down Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was cool
Wanna know about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E.

twenty-one"

[Verse 5]
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days


And he said: It's supposed to be fun
Turning 21
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again
But I'm still tryin' to find

supposed to be fun…
if you were the one”

Time won’t fly
It’s like I’m paralyzed by it
I’d like to be my old self again
But I’m still trying to find it
After

Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us

Way on the edge of town
Just past the highway's lost and found
c broken down train lay satisfied
It's wasted weight deep in the ground

He thought

never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all

Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick

well
We are some partying mothafuckas"

Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick

the window cracked
The jakes thought it was the
Crack in the 'Lac, he had the sister crack
Was on my D and let the sisters pass
Was on my G
The Capri 83s with

Domestic Violence

RZA

RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo

1998

my house 

'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth 

Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he 

Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass

we'll make an album, Skyping jus keep in touch
Talking how we'll make an album, Skyping jus keep in touch

Feels like your falling down a hole
And there's

getting nothing hard from me unless you want a hard verse
My bars past the winter
Bruh I'm colder than last December
Ask your girl
Ask your sister
Ask your

Or be inspired
So lemme say this in case you tired
I'll be the greatest by the time I've died
Bitch I'll have a reign that conquers time
My next albums

you’re well pursued
There’s been plenty of sisters that I’ve dreamed of
But even in the way that you’d check me, I’ve seen love
I’m just hating all

his Honda, do some highway flying 
But we'll keep the destination a surprise 

I don't have a change of underwear, a change of anything 
But I wouldn't

Take my name, take the band
Leave me leave with what I can't understand
I'd try to even out this highway tan if I ever turn it around
So buddy let me

held my hand until my dad came around
And now you're letting go
Trading minutes for miles
Blink once and we're sixteen
New cars Fergie down the highway
I

Hi-Wei or the highway
Yeah - 89 made
All faith straight line
For all time sake (All time)
Full strength in my faith
Asé I pray
We all vibrate
Whole

This shit was manifested by myself and many others
Shout out to Christian Pulisic
I see you J.D.
Seven, One, Seven 

I'mma need more fingers just

Your family going crazy now
Step pops beating on your mother now 
Ever since you ain't been around 
Your sister getting passed around 
Sleeping with