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to break out from seeing only the inside of reflected ocean on the sky.
It was early 2001 and I was almost 23.  I'd finished recording the Glow pt. 2 and I

Schooling you fellas like ABC's
I'm like a hornet, you bumblebees
I want a milli by twenty-three
This money start coming in suddenly
She wore a dress nothing

only flash when we shot em
He acting flashy, have my young nigga rob em
What they say round the way
Yo we got one
Spin round the bin, mane we got two

Teach Me Tonight

Count Basie Orchestra

At the Bluenote

2006

you
And if a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write, "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky

One thing isn't very clear, my love

Teach Me Tonight

Dinah Washington

You've Got What It Takes

2001

you
And if a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write, "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky

One thing isn't very clear, my love

What you want
ABC, either way I'm about to slide when I hit them with the D
Smokin' Za
Kush O.G, till it knock my lights out like z z z

Lego
One two

Throw Your Flag Up

Bobby Digital

Digital Bullet

2001

for the job
Take it to the Wild Wild West
{*beat kicks in*}
BOODOODOO..
[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {Ms. Roxy}]
Yeah.. (Come on son)
The one

shit I see on the daily
A couple days ago you wouldn't
Say "Hey" to me
Now you claim that you been there faithfully
Every step of the way since the ABC's

leave? Can I emcee? Can
I have two letters at least?
Can I have it down to z, down to a t
With recipe with the Ice T
With Jay-Z and Nas, maybe Pac

stop my shine
I'm I.R.V.
Self appointed rep for the N.A.A.C.P.
You challenge me get K.O.'d
Now pick up ya face
You T.W.O. wit da flow
Now pick up ya pace

[Pre-Chorus]
One, two, three
One, two, three
One, two
One, two, three

[Hook 1]
I'm a' count to three
By the time I get to three
Everybody in this b
Better be

deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like

So y’all mumble rappers best stay out of my way. Some of y’all don’t approve, that’s fine by me. Myself, that’s who I’m gonna be. You bums still stuck

(One, two, three, four)
Headed eastbound to Chicago
The autumn leaves blow in the wind
And everything that I've known
Is coming back to me again

you know what that odor be (yea)
Cooking up
Man I might up the composer fee (composer fee)


When I Needed You pt. II

Matter of fact, I'm done with

I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, potholes
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon' bust it
She thick as fuck, I'm lusting
I

to the south side, wish a nigga would hood
On the way stop where shorty stay lay the good wood
Ghost by eleven then I'm crossing 77
Stop at 79 link with Gray,

PP go berserk (PP)

My PP hit you in the butt
And then my PP spert (Booty)
My PP know ABC's
My PP count 1, 2, 3 (1, 2, 3)

My PP is very small (yeah)

count 1-2-3
You’re just a brand new second hand gyal
It’s as easy as A-B-C
You ain’t the one for me
Sorry, baby
He got all o’ you
So you got none for me

everything I touch
Whip gotta match every bitch I fuck, foreign
Y'all niggas talkin' 'bout what? Borin'
Bane from it, I came from it
I'm raised by it, I

by me
But what do I care right,
One of those dangerous tones that's gonna come out the hood
One way or another yeah

Girls from the side
Abc 123

2 God that a PT Cruiser don't hit you
Cuz if i get hit I rather die by a jag
Or died in a fire fight lettin it fly with the mag 
And jump out

shall be forsaken
And a new age has begun

Day by day to the lay, I always took myself to school and did it with my due diligence
Got outta bed every

style (Chop chop chop nigga)
Got the ship right by building up the core now
Shit, to put it frank I can take a world tour now (Suuuuuper!)
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