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a burglar
Teach your own class on how to get away with murder
I don't even wanna look into my own mirror
My own reflection gets me reflecting go figure
I

we go any further
Let's be friends (my motherfucker)
How many of us have them?
Fri-enn-ends (y'all) , the ones we can depend on
Let's be friends

This

drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,

Look
I had to look at myself in the mirror like, "do you wan' rap anymore?"
It ain't been easy to write as of late, I don't know if I have any more

the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I

I'm Not Him [Main]

Erick Sermon

Chilltown, New York

2004

get me confused because
{I'M NOT HIM} Boy you in trouble
Guns pack a couple, a one-man SWAT team
By any means, pull a Malcolm
House 'em have 'em

Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get

experience with
Mental illness inform this album?

I don't know about mental illness
But I'm a sad bitch sometimes that's
The shit I'm more attracted to
So

gonna say it some with a little bit of twang to it"

Beer looks the same in the morning as it does on Friday night
(On Friday night)
She won't feel

don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm

even i don't even fucking rap, um

Take this breathe up in your chest
Think less about death
Or you'll decay with the rest

Take this breathe up in your

see me with Boy Better Know
I've got some sort of firearm in the pocket
So if I don't send for the bucky and pop it
Send for the taser
Put it on a pussy

on the phone
'Bout what they man don't do, until Cam rolls through
With a bottle full of uhh and a bag full of oww
The time is mine
I've been digging in

further than Mars
I'm the next Columbus, Watch me part the seas
Thinkin’ bout playing till wilson brand sponsors me
Don’t you think I’d look good with some

further
You can't go any longer
but let me just remind you
There will never be a love like mine, love like mine
I be friendly with your family
Even though I

in darkness
Some see a pen, I see harpoon

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get
Into a pissin' match with this rappity-brat

What's Clef

Wyclef Jean

Ghetto Superstar [Australia Bonus CD]

1998

of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please 

I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes 

New York City, don't get it confused 

Your song

the madness, life is just like a movie (yep)
People lookin' for any reason just to try and sue me (why?)
And then I look at 'em crazy, and then I'm just like who

crumbs
Married to the game this rap thang became my step son
I don't gotta even flex none to show off muscle
Hats off to the rest of em you dont want

the sermon preacher
Burning MC's most wanted by Herman Kefa
You tried to get a squad, they was like oh no
Leavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny Bono
I

I don't get, and it's how they will deal
With the next hundred years' worth of deaths all at once
Our decaying corpses will pile up high
And be left

to accomplish. You can also come up with your own visualization for ending the working day so you don't bring it back home. 

Slowly return to the corridor.

Look

Yeah look i said
Been in my head Wont take any less
But forward step Since i had braces
Brace yourself You selfish saint
I scraped through hell Still

fuck slicing and dicing just like a tummy tuck
Ay how much for a feature, got like a hundred bucks
Get outa here with that change I'll just do it cause I