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a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
Let us take you from the Couver, puffin on a buddah hookah
Cross the Salish seas of emcees and producers
Unknowns that you aint used ta
By the Strait
the president of your entertainment
I make these chords when there's a slavery about to occur in everything I write
I hope that that's alright when you hear
.
Relieve you and believe me,
Without a worry or care.
If shitting is your problem,
When you're out there in the stars,
Oh, the intergalactic laxative
Will
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No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into
Sex on the Internet
So you want the chatroom or
The house in Malibu?
Em, your emphasis is
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
I had no more hope around me now
Feeling like there's hope around you now
Let me know your quote I wrote it down
Lyrics yea I push them by
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
livin' in a violent time and
My eyes designed for crime
We kill for a nickel or
Dime and there ain't no
Way you can vic me for mine cause I'm
Livin' in
hope
Our time spent was not wise
I'll see you later 'cause there's no such thing as "goodbye"
There's no more reaching you
By now you should have gotten
favorite song is Silly Watch by Uzi Vert
I whip that crown Vic and that shit go skirt skirt
80 in a 20, yeah I'm whipping going hella fast
Push the pedal,
short-stuff
That's a reach, well okay we could take it there
I don't play by the rules, you don't make it fair
I'm a G.O.A.T. to the naked eye and the ear
Maybe
gotta eat, plus all the Henny and all the smoke is
gone
All it takes is one quick stick
Gotta fill his belly now, which vic should he pick?
Hmmm hmmm
Looking at the man in the mirror I'm official
I just dropped an album
Now the checks is getting bigger
Went from Crown Vic
To riding foreign
on the surface
And my purpose is to do it like it ain't never been done
Always keep it real and remember where I'm from, now
This album 2 but this song was
Hello
Your album come out soon, and this is all you got
What you mean, all I got?
You don't think this is dope?
Ha ha, this shit sucks
You need
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera
call me Dane, but my real name is Dana
I've came here just to put you on
Cause I'm taking the rapping world by storm
In the rap I've made a change
takes is one quick stick
Gotta fill his belly now, which vic should he pick?
He does his dirt all by his lonely, forget his homies
He doesn't fell like
be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
a ting I wanna slide on
There's a couple tings I wanna style on,
My attitude is nylon, my arsenal is saigon
Let bygones be bygones, don'
t try that with my
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