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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

by my face

[Chorus: Mystikal]
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were lookin' for me
Somebody said that you were

mixtapes?"
"I prefer a mixtape... because when you say al- when you say the word album
Motherfuckers like, you know, people like..."
"It's different, they

(ew)
All I know is you get scratched off the list (ooh)
Another point on the board
Another joint for the Lord (yeah)
You could tell who won by who

the vehicle you know that I whip
Some cream, a little green, and the finest of bitches
Just a couple of beans from Robotnik's machine
With a side bowl of rice,

in the rain, the dirt just left a stain
But I know this won't fade away

All and all it's through
I defined albums by you
Someone I barely knew
All

The 'Torchum' Never Stops

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

co-log- nuh directly into de duo-deenum of de unsuspecting victim! now he gone see if he immune to it by e
A dab hisseff!

(singing)


Flies all green an'

again like Groot
No-one really knows how to make it, I do
I'll have an album done by like noon
And ride the Milano with my Raccoon
I'ma keep makin' songs

N***a, it's a wrap like burrito
I be riding through the hood, like i'm Deebo
Got me feeling like i'm Al Pacino
Feeling like the boss, call me Nino

platinum but I think the albums Gold
It goes day by day
Bad days come through then its play by play
If you got bad vibes then there's no way
I think we're

on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
By

deep in that pussy
I'll keep the boots on
Green Tea?
Nah it's Ginseng in my Oolong
You Dickhead
I'm shittin' on any nigga I proved wrong
Niggas mad, I'm

you give me meaning
Used to wanna die by 25, you keep me breathing
I was mourning in the morning, now I’m even in the evening
And when I’m grieving my

hard on the reg
While you check for CDs
I'm sellin' books instead
I travel the country by car, by foot and leg
What's worse than being behind is being

from me
Never gangsta nikka
Yous just a dummy
You wanna find me
I'm out tha Westend
Off on Patterson
By mosquito bend
You can meet me there
And bring

homie I just take my time
I don't stay up on the gossip I just stay up on my grind
If you see the green dot by my name I'm prolly up
Making moves

but your raps are boring
They leave me snoring, you ain't making hits
All due respect man, it's not a diss
But your album stinks like imported Swiss

Have a Cigar

Gov't Mule

A Fair Forgery of Pink Floyd

2003

out.
You gotta get an album out.
You owe it to the people.
We're so happy we can hardly count.
Everybody else is just green,
Have you seen

since you want smoke
Dont fuck with the bear, you had to poke
Gasping and coughing, you gon choke

Late lurkers leading legends by light
Sho's shooting

I'm feeling on top
Brand new timeline gotta take note, write down
Stupid fucks really think I don't know by now
Got the hand so green from this cash

thoughts by my window
In a black dress
Death chillin in da corner wit
A blunt lit
Planning on my death
They gonna kill me for da sun set
Gotta get it how u

sides
In the mood, feeling good when I'm going out

But every day
I see you walk by with those green eyes
I'll wait on your doorstep
And I was thinking we

and sharp breaths, lullabies, madrigals, folk or gondolier songs, and so on...”

“A series of disturbing lullabies handed over to you by a vocal sorcerer

"produced by me"
Fuck with me, you get no more Sleep, no more sleep till I R.I.P
Hold up, how I do rock, metal, Trap, rap and all of it flowing Like agua
You