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ain't nothin'

Mic check, one-two, check one, stretch two
When it come to murder, you know how we do
When I walk in this bitch, keep your hands

Maybe I'm Better Off

Todd Rundgren

Up Against It

1998

Then it all just turns to crap
So maybe I'm better off
Than I was when I was young
Now that I know the cost
When you try to love someone
Guess I'm

Quick life, cold world
Hit me, real pain
Born low, sinner
Usual, old stain
New shows drive bys
Play dead sick game
Sad death cold breath
Is we still

silence by myself
I saw a shotgun in the shelf
I saw the devil at the side of the road
I had to stop cause I had nowhere to go
They never gave me other

clearer in my dreams?
Leggings or a dress, more pretty then it seems
Hand on your face, dry up those streams
Corner of the function, yours's by all means

jes wan live dis life bo da chak man life
Catch me na VIP with me omolay dae lumpor
Geh d Heineken en d Becks ah geh d long cup
Just dae bombotor
Dae

My Cut's Correct

U.T.F.O.

Doin' It!

nimble, win battles by landslides
Can do a cut better than you with my hands tied
Behind my back, so hold your breath in
I'm expellin' a rhyme within

Hell

Canibus

Internal Affairs

1999

for real-a
Let's get the skrilla's out the hands of these gorillas
Make the whole world feel us
From the crack to the cap peelers
To the niggas in

or
Un-corrupt police at least "Come on Will
You gotta tell me!" I grabbed and
Shook him by the arm
The L train was leaving Bedford with 10
000 white

What a Bastard the World Is

Yoko Ono

Onobox

1992

to know.

Right! you weren't near the phone to call me from,
Or is it you were afraid to wake me up?
I'm sick and tired of listening to the same old crap

The rap game is super superficial 
Not talking fish oil 
On some rappers taking pills by the fist full
I keep it simple and my shit still sizzle

Sorrow sunrise carve your strength into my veins.
And make me change.
Make me change.
My hands they shake the hope away,
Oh go away, please go away.

they needed
So how can man deny me a Veyron built by Bugatti
Or a hottie with a body to lounge out with in the lobby
Or sushi at tsunami a meal by Emeril

want a song? take a beat, put it on
I'll make the words go, you better hold
To something settled to the pavement
If you don't want to be washed away by

a trashcan Bitch, how's ya doe 
I'll be lurkm like second hand smoke 
I'm snatchm throats as soon as I find that rollt 
Vou get drug like that nigga from Texas

mad print, shiiiit
You ain't seen them in you life my lad
Third eye for a vipers fangs
Im the shit your a pile of crap, its different
P's by any means,

period made me conscious of I am
When we begin disuniting things get outta hand
Surrounded by bad conditions merely hoping for the good
You're not

4, 5, 6

Kool G Rap

4, 5, 6

1995

out below, I think I rolled another cee-lo
Pick up my crap, niggaz don't get back a DIME of that
And keep my hand right by my waist where my nine is

sense
Listen here my friend, there's a reason God said
"Hey, don't put your hand in the cookie jar
Cause without me you won't get very far"

I mean you

Oh, crap, I guess I crashed
The wheel is broken, and so is the mast
The whole ship looks like a relic of the past
I don't have any planks but I got

Nix is back at it again
With this Jason mask and I'm ready
Swingin' this big old axe in my hands
I ain't gonna take no crap from my friends
If you

has been walked by many like me
And I don't need more than my right hand's fingers 
To count the ones who died with no guilt
Now you tell me I can't

the Melanin 
stung by a jellyfish? I'm sellling R. Kelly's piss 
""Who wan' rank?"" on some 'Belly' shit 
Fuck every president First lady the immigrant 
Don't

When I, seek help no one lends a hand
Why would I, be there if you just pretend
I don't. see you as a friend just a man
And I don't, see you as a friend