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said didn't pan out 
Pan the camera to me I'm the man 
No block work baby we smoke by the strand now 
You ain't standing ten toes better stand down

for your heart
When I see your eyes 
I feel you by my side 

Sometimes I feel like a foreigner
Sometimes I feel like i'm living here 
And I stay here

or die
The blood of Jesus Christ his son cleanseth us from all sin
And it's wonderful to know that all your sins are covered by the blood of Christ
Rap it

Flyin' g-class like da jet uh
Mercedes minivan slidin
Come get killed by a rich family
Do da dash in a Nissan Altima
Never drove a Camry
Pennywise but dis

How I'm Comin'

LL Cool J

14 Shots to the Dome

1993

Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for

This is Meth-Heads and Fruit Plates by Wyoming Deez
Stop now, this album will fucking suck
There is no need to listen to it
Please for your own sake

things are lookin' on your side
But I still wanna pull up, you feel me?
Uh
Cause I mean you feature me on the album
And I'd like to
You know be present for

you if by the end you shed a couple tears

Next to my recording spot, got 18 empty beers
Gotta go now, the hoes are callin, gonna bring em to tears

are fucking dark
Memamamumemabamblablamambmumemammumamemamem
You are being gang stalked
I don't know when the album will come out
Please give us time

the team DON'T MISS?"
'Cause we don't
We make the magic, chop the samples, drop the album on the internet
And my loosies are all that and a box of cigarettes

the game
2017, I've got the leeches on the ropes
Swear these niggas see me and they choke
And niggas used to bang but nowadays them man are tweeting all

disorders
When the next active shooter could be out there walking their corridors
Politicians say foreigners are the terrorists to blame
Then how come every

Ultimate

Denzel Curry

Ultimate

2015

Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family (sheesh)
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen (damn)
The yellow tape

track of the album “Cantigas de Maio” (May Songs), that debuted in Santiago de Compostela (capital of Galiza) in May 10th, 1972.

Outlawed by the Fascist

friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't

nothing, leave them
Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them
The red and white R6 I'll leave them
Ed Hardy glasses I can't see them
So why you talking like you

pirates, there are many secrets explaining they have no regrets
To loot they have a lot of targets
Strange behaviors causing by rum flavors never stain their

scared us away
To a different bay

But to our greatest fears
We are greeted here
By different warriors with different shields
But they have the same spears

hobby

And soon they transformed
A new kind of uniform
And as their numbers progressed
We asked them how they wanted to be addressed

We are Machinemen

They were all hypnotized by the sound 
Bounty for his head might resolve someone's debt 
He used to be king of the kings on his land 
But out here

help us, ever?" you know
'Cause I mean we know for a long time they haven't. Are they, ever?
And it's like all of these things are showing us "No!"

and the thugs and the crime
But the industry prefers innovation by design
Justly 'cause Influence is information we see divine
Hitting us harder than meteorites

gone from the map
Replaced by exhaust, concrete, and grass
Who are we to have claimed this land as our own?
As we stripped its residents of life

Should you quit while you're still ahead
But are you really ahead of everyone else
Tuition fees bearing down on your head
Self-funded guy the fool