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surprise
Niggas be fake see the bitch in they eyes
Bitches be shady straight from the 8th mile
Keep to myself I'm the only one down cuz they only gon' miss

of call
But the seas were rough
And the ice was tough
And they were hit with frozen squalls

By January's Ides
They were two hundred miles
From their first

Flexi With da Tech (Nique)

Artifacts

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

1994

I diss batty bwoys like Buju Banton, rippin' wanton destruction
Sag my pants to stop the suction plus it's quicker when I'm fuckin'
Split Dutch

Late nights so high smoking too much
Drive by stop sign with the tulips
8 Mile broken mind dunno who left
Fake smile every smile another left letter

Eight K property, Gucci I don't sag
Geeked on the perc and the
Xan so I might crash
Twenty-eight K for the cookie gas bag
We get 'em in by the trashbag

20 Dollar

M.I.A.

Kala

2007

Sometimes I go lose my mind, then I feel numb

There's twenty-four hours in a day
I used to split it eight, eight, eight
Eight work, eight sleep, eight

Star Trip

The Congress of Wonders

Revolting

about time, Captain, by now we must be 52 billion miles off course. They?re traveling faster than lightning.

KWIRK
Lt. Eubangdere, where are

Eight ball weight
Got to make heaven wait
Before I'm given another clean slate
Destiny and prophecy over fate
Fight the balance in my body weight
I

checks
Black cars, v8
V12 they are all germans
Journey of a thousand miles
One step, right leg
Next step, left leg
Bit by bit we are getting there
Even for

Heligoland

Overseer

Wreckage

2003

The general synopsis at 0800

Low east of Humber 942 expected fair isle 954 by 0600 tomorrow. 
New low expected 100 miles west of Shannon 974 by same time

are aligned perfectly straight
My rhymes are defined by a horizontal 8
A keepsake, a gift, I make art and music shapeshift
Seamless, this coupled motif

She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in

tap, I'm trapped
By fat gals with gaps and gats, they wanna know what I pack
Swear on my life I lack, please step eight miles back
No don't sit in my

high that I can kiss the sky
(Up, up to the sky) yeah, yeah, Tical

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
Three, two, murder one lyric at your

Jon close by too
Right about now 
I need everybody to get they motherfuckin' hands up
(Everybody get your hands up)
And wherever the fuck you from

I'm gonna get up!)
Fell down eight times got up nine
I'm in the belly of the beast
Just swallowed by my time
Fall down eight times get up nine 
And bet

to this
Puna boy anthem
Wasn't even Going jump onto this mix
But you know your island girl ain't no bitch
Fuck an eighth, go four-miles for an oz
Zip high

to this
Puna boy anthem
Wasn't even Going jump onto this mix
But you know your island girl ain't no bitch
Fuck an eighth, go four-miles for an oz
Zip high

to this
Puna boy anthem
Wasn't even Going jump onto this mix
But you know your island girl ain't no bitch
Fuck an eighth, go four-miles for an oz
Zip high

bitch
Fuck an eighth, go four-miles for an oz
Zip high as fuck and we lit
Down and loud but unless it's your hit
We ain't Giving back no lip
So take that

save no bitch
Wait wait
I don't feel well
Grey skies mesmerise how I see now
Smoke made mind colourblind know this real loud
8-mile trap making racks

3 Strikes You In

Ice Cube

War & Peace, Vol. I: The War Disc

1998

the Cy-Young
I'ma hit this motherfucker a mile
In the batters box, high as Steve Hal
You can't salary cap my gat
No strike, cause gangsta-rap is on the map

ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans

ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans