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Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism 
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts 
It’s too hot up in the kitchen 
Had

If I could say this shit out loud without me slowing down
I'd probably go on for forever letting everything I hold in out
My thankfulness for how you

the booth, can't help the truth
They'd fall down and be crippled they try walk in my shoes
Any rapper try dissing next day they on the news
All my albums do

the metro, now that shit is retro
Like the Infrareds on my feet, baby, let's go
Sinatra what they know me by, Logic what they call me
Gotta catch a flight

to follow your rules
I don't follow suit
I'd rather tie my noose
They wondering if ima lose
But they can't even tie there shoes
They say "Chance you be acting

ball, kay, broad, g'day!,
Now G'd afternoon, subhuman self, caught a splash of moon, got stupid felt
By the moon light, oh my passive wounds
They thrash

Parental Discretion Iz Advised

N.W.A

Straight Outta Compton [Bonus Tracks]

1988

better, the
Bitches want to trick and go stupid for the dick
So I get 'em hot thinking they're gonna get it
As they sit, rubbing their legs like

green lane, but it's a prime minister steering
So we go round and round again and again
They'd have turned off down fossil way if it wasn't for

to make it
And so they'd rather hate it because they just can't fade it
Gang related, situated, now I'm back
These putos talking smack, but I kind of like

at the store (yeah)
Got a bag, they ain't know (nah nah)

Spend a number on my sneakers (dripping)
I still got that drank by the liter (you know that)
Pour up

inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip

loud that I won't go down
It's a mad world, but I don't wanna leave
I used to think I'd be dead by the time I was 30
But now I wanna stay as long as I

Let's Get It On

Grand Puba

Eddie F. Presents - Let's Get It On: The Album

1994

[Heavy D] 
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about

up for a milli
I seen Warriors fall by the achilles huh
I put my life on this
I don’t want advice on this
They can’t put a price on this
The pressure's

4 Your Eyez Only

J. Cole

4 Your Eyez Only

2016

the concrete
Older niggas I loved talked like they was above, maintaining a time sheet
That slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen,

I wonder how we could move on
And pull together and manage

If I could save the mind
I'd help all my people get by

Life is too short to not evolve

dumb fucks

Hittas got heat
My blade like a tool kit
Tech, Ty Lee
Definition of a cool kid

Check my chi
Limousine, been stretched out
Kept my calm,
Long

Let me take you down to Miami, girl
And let you tan by the beach
Then take you back to the room
But first let me wipe that sand off your feet
Yeah

They calling me mister numz spit flows
Like you spit the bullets from the guns
Mister popo five oh oh no let's go
Coming through the do do
So so
But

prefer Papeye's
I go down to the record label
And met with the Rabbi, and he's like
I can't sell this fucking record
You know why Eminem's album sold so

Tried to hit me with no contact but we still know you a bitch
Swear to God this bitch is broke, she gets her drugs by flashing tits
They see me step out

B
We crazy (Crazy)

Shit this is lit never thought I'd bring this hard
Yeah this is it and I'm gonna get them pissed off
Album debut and I'm still all

NOT
I’d rather not pry
Are you shocked
Now get off my jock
Even though I’m balling
F*** up my spot
911, calling
Hammer is cocked
Ready, go, all in

John Wick
Album on the way
Had to take my time
Cook it right
Cav the flick of the wrist
Don't stare too long
Might take your eye sight
You go blind