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matches
Full linen suit
Next to Lisa Les, some WNBA loot
Slide a few mommies on a plane
Sippin' coladas
Wrote half the album over the
Sands in the Bahamas

the best that I can be
And now it's 2019, the year of the community
My boy A Hype, he dropped the album Potent
Don't sleep on Real Mark Jones
Keep your eyes

The Nautical Cellar-Inspired by a true story of a friend of Ian’s, and, Mark Harmon’s character Jethro Gibbs in the TV series NCIS. I liked the title

Like the lifeguard I'm not gonna be, bitch
I be in the woods, y'all playin' me
Even when it's not fuckin' Halloween
'Cause my spotlight bulbs got

Hype-nitis

Canibus

Can-I-Bus

1998

my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how their voices sounded
I pull a silver can out of my trousers
Paid

Voices

The Living Legends

Creative Differences

2004

only capture the power of love 
Like ten albums in this glove, R.B.I. 
While you hittin pop flies.. and sacrifice your life 
And die in hurricane

wins

By movin' the crowd and keepin' bodies in motion
Steppin' to me? What a crazy notion

See, I mix and match to find lyrical gold
And whatever I come

looking back just to regret it
In my room, writing lyrics, by myself, till their perfect
Had a daydream by my life- *sigh*, here let me explain it
There's

(through a portal!)
Nova, bunch of Scotty, the shit, a port-o-potty I should get high
And record an album in one night, that's like, beating up twelve niggas

on the surface
But blood in the water these circling sharks have been lurking
But I didn't notice
I'm too busy carving my mark in the earth and
Then keeping my

on the album drop I'm waiting for Mr. Sagan
Been a sage since age six (huh), so when someone says my name
In a foul manner you can tell they ain't shit (uh-huh)

tears fall and seep
Deep into my pillow
Mind race like the Indy 500
Spine tingling in my slumber
Paralyzed by the truths of my life
Turn onto my cheek

Hype-Nitis

Canibus

Can-I-Bus [Clean]

1998

I'm down with

'Til I replied, "the Navy Seals outfit"
They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how

In Hillwood

South Park Mexican

The Last Chair Violinist

2008

a quitter
Every three months my house would get raided
This muthaF__in album is the f!*?#in sh!*?, ain't it?
Hydroponic leaves, rollin up my sleeves
Throw

here? Let my explanation start
As I go over the point like an exclamation mark
I'm a diamond in the rough; I was molded by the pressure
So I'm here

raising limits,
With a brain that’s withered and vacant in minutes, he’s making a mark,
And waking them up, taking away their place in the dark with

your arms, chewed up by animals

(Verse 8: PMD)
On your mark, get set, ready to go
Green light, checkered flag, time to get that dough
And ayo, in

My Introduction

Zigidy

Tha Zigilaytion

First rap album I owned had ‘Dope Feen Beat'
In the grade school, had a fool suspended for a week
I called my teacher bitch, principal a bitch
In

know, you gotta know there's no love in the street
Power, what it takes to succeed
You gotta know, don't be controlled by the things you can't see

I'm

complexion is the mark of one legacy
Torn into 80 sections
By all my enemies
I'm showing my pain
Don't you remember
Babies from 80s
Don't try to Ronald Reagan

Sitting by the fire as it was going out
We had a conversation I know you've forgotten about
You had a lot of alcohol in you
Which made you brave

let me in" 
i said "not by the hairs of my Chille Chill chin" 
win, lose, or draw, stand or fall 
'cause either God is got a vault or God aint got it

trenches

Stashin' cane in the benches, spitting ' game to bitches
Stay away from the snitches, my pressure was at an all-time high
I was tryna get by, just

Every song is a homicide
My breath of fresh air is formaldehyde
Just let the album ride
I'm back in the zone, it's 2009
You on the browser lines