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Talking 'bout, "Ruck, let's battle," on some 8 Mile shit
I'm like, "Nigga, my name ain't B. Rabbit"
It's Sean Price, Big Ruckus from busting

Network

The Pharcyde

Plain Rap

2000

clothes, your eyes then look alive
The most high, draw swift out the holster
Rude boy ragamuffin, roots and culture
It gets deep, I scuba dive beneath

I'm on a Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (Put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell

play with the clan

Probably by myself or I'm with eight niggas, It's crazy, cause I ain't got eyes in the back of My head to watch my backside,
This opp

Hiatus

Ill Poetic

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

Hop
Really not impressed
Maybe just my love died
Sober, still above high
Slugs fly, eyes up, dry but still a thug cries
I cry til I can't cry no

you're sending me
I'll keep you connected mother fucking human centipede
I'm rapping miles around yah 
I ain't even a rapper 
Hydrated by my flow 
My words

the cards
You see it was mainly bluff
We use shields, online push fake profiles
Criticize', in his shoe never ever walked a mile
Split the real from the fake

Run your lips, get hit, brain split, steal yo' whip
Drive it to yo' momma house
Ski mask, hit a lick

Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it,

Johnny, Johnny, Johnny
You need some Nero on yo playlist
That's that 8 Mile sh-t
Hit the mall ima spend a couple bills on you
You know I like them

movin' like a rabbit
This ain't 8 mile
And your words ain't graspin'
Legally inclined to say
That boy you ain't have it
Your style not slick
Cause your

In my dreams split at seams 
First on scene 
In my dreams split at seams
First on scene 
Popped a bean
Senzu
Rebirth ego death no ego left
If these

Yeah
We'd split our sides
You know its right
You know I miss them nights

Mate, did you ever think about that time we were so fucking high we couldn't

Flame on da track 
Сделал swag не за чек 
Они услышав это, спросят flame, но зачем 
Step by step, new level - high-tech 
Цокай дальше-hi hat, пока я

father
Whether through drugs sold
Or holdin' revolvers
Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high
It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry

It is I that

roller then glide ride with less was wille 101mile range saw pumped up fall quick han & hand mind by power pill Tires space spoke split way down spin twist

Check It Out

Show & A.G.

Good Fellas

1995

How we do?  Bless them, impress them, and hang them high 

Taking loot like bakers and produce pages 
And styles go for Miles, like Davis 
My

Roll up to the mansion, V8 loaded with my brothers
Sure we like the women, but we truly love each other
Turning up the function, find a new vibe

this cup, she keep askin' why I'm pourin

Baby, stop with all them questions, shake that ass, keep all goin
Rolling eighthy after eight, I'm still high

tryna win a prize
Hit the jackpot, split it with the guys
Man, I been the guy

I'ma whip that crack like banana pudding again
When I step in

Grow More Pot

Jello Biafra

I Blow Minds for a Living

a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High

stimmi off the Remi
A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts
Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts (what?)
Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer

dipped
Dreamin' new miles, the nile
You in denial (yuh)
Court or field or floor, just give 'em sport
Damn and that kid with a arm cracked the
Bat, sent it

this Emerald Isle
From the cliffs to the streets history's bled in these miles
Sound to the bus man
Sorry in rush a man
But three quid's too much now

the gold
Its an in n out mission then we slime em then we go
Shorty being to blunt so i pass it to the bro
Yeah i pass it then i go
Yeah yo bags is by