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On Bettis Ford, made eighty bands
I just had to pay for my freedom
Had to break it down just to be a free man

Breakin' twenties off a whole brick

say go ad infinitum

So space is impossible, right
Wow, is that cool
I don't know
Maybe what do I think

Maybe time is the same way for an hour to go by

L, S, and D
I was sixteen selling the sheets
Pure L for the cheap
Never gone sell if it's weak
Bunk shit don't sell in the street
Young L was a G
And I

You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up

I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby

Rap Game

Eminem

8 Mile

2002

You ready to sell your soul? Hahaha
The rap game will fuck you up

I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy
You shoulda slayed me as a baby

my arms, tell me how we aren't cool
Instead, you went to Twitter, Shade Room, to focus on your views
You was the quickest one to take me off records

No More

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son

2006

I sell and I cop shit
Like Father Like Son, well, I was adopted
I told the Birdman, "Stunna, give me a chance"
But I don't even wanna tell you what

Meech)
Still standing in the field
Seven hundred cleats (yeah)
Twenty racks, my RTAs
Seven hundred for these (Boy)

Still gon' bust a band
(How the fuck I

bag and I'm counting the cabbage
Her name is Christie she giving the pennies
Ask for a twenty she giving me plenty
Squabble off henny that shit was too

at the governor ball
I'm baggin' eight balls
Spilled Perignon on my suede Kaws
I had to tell that bitch
"Don't touch my waves!"
Layin' by the pool, $3K for

women, stacking bands up in the hummer
I'mma take they numbers down
Cause they coming over under
Coming over undercover
Sneaky link, time of slumber
Been

Harlem World

Ol' Dirty Bastard

Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version

1995

I remember
Not too long ago
I went to a city
And I saw a Wu-Tang show
Now I always wanted
To get, with, the band

But niggas was singin' they

Jesus since a sz 3
Spitting from my chi wu-tang grand master B
Man ain't bought a record since that 20/20 Trip Lee
Listen to them you'll find Waldo before

important
Your gravity is too strong and it's fuckin' up my orbit
Contact avoided by the time I record this
I just want you to listen

Everytime I see

like that?
Cause it must be
My Essence is Rare
My BACKYARD funky
We got a JUNKYARD band
We GO GO like dat
You can't mute DC!
We don't Mumble ( mumbo )

on the
Barbwire
Why I write it like that?
Cause it must be
My Essence is Rare
My BACKYARD funky
We got a JUNKYARD band
We GO GO like dat
You can't mute DC!
We don't

a bag full of money knocking at the door
I'm bout to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor

Big bag of rubber bands by the night stand
In the wee

fiends
Hit the coke dance
It's 2021, we shoot guns
We don't throw hands
Tryna look cool, taking pics
Them your bro bands
Off White, Heron Preston
Came

business
One's in your circle that don't even know ya
The same one's that circulate
The stories for ya

I seen Henrietta sittin' down by the rail
Messin'

me, yeah
I'm keeping it thorough because i'm feeling your energies
They try to sell me all they stories but that shit did not get sold
You go against

to the twenty-first century

Finally the day of the concert came

And I was at the big arena

The band appeared on the stage

They look different than before

What

and a hard sell for me
Trying to hustle online with the heartfelt-est tweet
Most people don't go to gigs... even if it's free
And rap is so rarely right live,

Vado:
Uh, I'm so cool, plus speak fly
You don't even hear the vroom when I breeze by
I see why, SLR, me and G-Y (slime)
Can't stop, hit the horn at least

and lit
cll cause he tried to sell a tape by sucking marshalls dick
Binge, gobbling, you're not in the top ten thousand artists
Even if you started bobbing