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The Basement

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth

Mecca and the Soul Brother

1992

the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my er
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I’m like a mink while

loyal
Shout out to my nigga Moses
My visions are royal
Calico came from the mud
From the dirt, from the soil
I'm smoking backwoods by the forest
Liquor

miss em
I keep it risky, everytime I go for broke
You cannot faze on my worst days, crack a smile when you mope
On the way over, party don't start

some copies

In Houston ballin lik a rocket 
Wen I crack da seal imma drop it
It's all der ain't gotta clock it 
Big Los always da topic
I got a bad

fiends (huh?)
Smoking the fumes and shit
Get my money clean
Don't need no scammer shit
I was in a rocket ship
And then I took off
I took off, popped a bar,

moms kid
Smoking on exotic n lil mama exotic
Drop the top my foreign close casket coffin

Took my glizzy shopping even though
I just bought it
Big rocket

named Zach
Now the party gettin crazy, all the bitches on crack
All the music gettin louder, playing Von, playing Durk
All the money be around me,

got my own room
EsEyeEx comin with the loud tunes
Finally feed the gang with a silver spoon
Hoppin on the rocket ship
Imma take my whole gang up

of a kind
Always on rec, all ten, finna crack a dime
Yeah
You wanna post me on your story, bitch, go and post your friends
I just want to fuck for the night,

Live at the Barbeque

Main Source

Beats & Rhymes: Hip-Hop of the 90's, Vol. 2

1997

mercy
I got heart, I rip the party apart
From the seams and hem up like bell-bottom jeans
But you get done, you get blues like 501
Brothers are live

'Cause this is Johnny's Rocket 
And I'm licensed to pilot in almost every state of mind
You weren't mine
But ever since I saw you babin' and rollerskatin'

a camera ring There's something in my pockets, you can tell
By my jeans Out of there like a rocket, come and get up
With me Grinding hard, can't stop, tryna

confused? Arabs are a
Cross between Asian and Black'

I come here, from from, Bangkok
Get sent away, by the Donald
Aw fuck, they blame me for the Omicron

Oh shit, I'm recording hahaha, yuh
Yuh

No art is sacred
But step into my little glass home
And see the features in the cracks
I float with silver

[Verse One: Lil Wyte]
Multiple mental scares, outlining your insides wit bars
Gripp'in your nina hard, bitch my blood inhated by heart
When I buck

deceased by police
Im in another dimension there's no love and affection
With society fucked from all different directions
This isn't just for attention its

space rocket
When I'm bored ain't shit to do so I half cock it (Half cock it)
Put on Channel Orange so I Crack Rock it (Crack rock it)
Bitches never happy

doubled up them racks
I been stabbed in the fucking back
Bottled up boy it's about to crack
I can't do this I can't write yo raps
Come correct cause all I

you

Through the eyes of the black hole
And the open doors
Through the cracks in the pavement
In conversation

From the top of the empire

It's True

B.J. The Chicago Kid

It's True

2014

from a seizure at her daughter's birthday party

It's true, cool niggas die too
Yeah nigga, It's true, cool niggas die too
It could happen to me, it

on my board and skate to the store
The neighbors like damn where the fuck is he from
I come from the best really craving success
And I'll tell y'all right

After dark they saying it's a party
Let you know, nah she done got it started
Ringing off, no ringers in the lobby
Taking off, she take off like

bands 
He dropped his card, he's runnin' from it got a cracked lens
Mama gone for days, been on a crack binge 
Walked to granny house, she got a packed

up never stopping
All these ice on my neck got me Shinning
I'm a star you can tell from the Diamond yeah
Drown in a fantasy
I'm from a different galaxy