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a fly by
With the number one star
In the world is my
Hitting up the tarmac
I'm a Super Spy
Like James Bond with a private eye
For the best eloquent is how

Have your gun by you
'cause niggas will try you

Uh who's sick as me?
Tell the truth, bitch, nobody
And that's real
And as far as my eyes can see
I'm

the eyes still tell her lies
Off kilter rhymes provided by the slime
Some of em survived but most of my niggas died
I was on the line
Life was on the line

wait 'til the album's through
So many controversies over the
Language in rap
It wasn't a cuss that started a fuss
Now that's just a Black thing
Figure

nigga
Did you miss me
I thought you knew

Don't fuck with me and don't fuck with mines
I can see clear, right through your eyes
I know that you've been

In Your Face

Kool Keith

Sex Style

1997

short 

I've been writin songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport 

One year has gone by, with tecs jam up in your eye 

I'm on some clever shit, fuck it man,

to sleep

(It's because)

I would ask you to clear your mind
And to be in the present
And to focus on yourself but the
Present often doesn't know how great

a tear
And it's okay to be afraid and close your eyes when you in fear
I'm right here by yo side when you need me I'll be near
I do this out of love

on the screen, I'll drag your money through the dirt
See this real wealth is motivation, I'll pay thousands for the drive
So I can wrap it in an album, sell it for

a shadow that wears suit and tie
Marks, marked by his green eye
Risen from the lake of fire
He walks the Earth, intent most vile
Greased palms, subprime

told but I haven't
Seen a change unfold i'll keep hopin please
If you prefer to breathe
Communities in need, of people that will lead
Keep your eyes

in their raps
How does that transpire
To be so damned by God, you want your friends to be goddamned liars?
All we talk about are our goddamned

(walk away from me)
We different, I'm not the one to converse (uh-huh)
By the time you mumble your verse
I'll be in top five company, comfortably,

stories
Just like your picture which appears online

Obviously, Santa Claus exists
Your picture that's in your telephone
Or in some family album
Obviously,

stages if we ever hit your spot
Lining up these rappers way I'm buying up my stock
Rapping 'till I'm swerving with the 4 by 3
Young man's Twitter start

getting recognized 
Mr Mike is by my side Dizzy in a prison 
Miracles within him 
Working on an album just to show him how I've risen 
It's like I've been

the whole shit scott-free
The rest of these niggas is wack but not me
Bumping Nasty Nas in the spaceship
Whip out my dick just to let your bitch taste it

Simmons Incorporated

Run-D.M.C.

Crown Royal

1999

to king, wit a million
MC's waitin in line
Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise

[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh

[Chorus: x 2]
Run

investigation for killing infants
While I sit in padded rooms doing shrooms
Having visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jammed in their wounds
Slit your

there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it,
And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket?
I'll hold that album to my heart in my

feel sick every time I look in her eyes
I see her and all my energy dies
Once a year goes by then you're gonna see a surprise
When I am gone and I'm

Cassidy 

Album :
Submitted by : Daniella Roman ~*A.k.A Bubbles*~
Corrected by :
Rated : 6.3 (3 votes) 

INTRO
R.Kelly:
Ladies and gentlemen, you are

stabbed in the eye

My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up
She'll fuck you up (what what)
You better run and get yourself up
My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you

take the crown
Fuck it I'll go ten for ten
But I'll probably be in a retirement home by then
If you say your gonna do please fucking do it
I'll supply