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Night Light

Aesop Rock

Daylight

2002

buffing the trains the same days the graffiti writers bomb 'em
Who split how many freaks on box cuts of a high road bellow?
Heads ripped! Watch red bricks

Episode 4: Drunk Tunes

Method Man

Meth Lab II: The Lithium

2018

me home, damn, I'm buggin'
These drunk tunes got me so high

Hey, yo, I'm drunk walkin' outta the club
Stopped to show love
The people want

getting harder
I work hard and then I work smarter
I know we guided by the same father
Just keep ya head high bro and never falter
These times are getting

roaches
8 Thousand 5 hundred and 55 miles across the ocean
Still link up and make magic, my flow is hocus-pocus
Nigga, deliver shots and I return to sender

disguised and surprise
you got a hole between your fuckin eyes
Niggaz is grazed, catchin strays from the blaze
Amazed by the ways I lays em down when my shit

BONES
The Juice mane
Yeah, uh huh
Yeah, uh
Yeah
Lets get it
Fuck a 8th, where the O's?
Let me buy, buy, buy
Timberlake with the K
Say bye

Edge of the night
You and me on sight
End of July
Colors in the sky
High as a kite
Made me feel alright
Making you mine
Will you lay by my side
I

it’s
Five point palm, your heart's gone, the method
Ten point program, outline the aesthetics
Eight Trigrams, decipher the dianetics
With sixty-four,

the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice
That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the Point-Oh Boys
And if Marshall want me to clap, then, homie, I deploy
Game over

in a tune
On the same riddim when I'm
8 bar spitting and
It's best you know your place on the-
I'm a fully grown man, no, I ain't no yout
These MCs

niggas
Who the fuck said we friends mayday!

Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I leave I'mma take some more niggas
Am allergic to them broke niggas

being ignored and pushed
Around by the label

They then sent us all to Orlando
To rehearse and write eight
Hours a day for our first
Record half -way

Burger and Kool-Aid and O 8
Easy on the liver still make me kill a nigga
Split you head like a pineapple
Die natural!
Five at your dome send em home in

The huge mags we call em dicks
Shoot him in the hip he do the splits
We not friendly we love our blicks

10 guns 9 rounds 8 opps 7 found 6 dead 5 clowns RIP

Homeboyz

2Pac

2PAC: Rap Phenomenon, Vol. 2

2007

fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)

That's right, you

backpack and spirits on the phone
Sleepwalk to my bedroom, awake in the cold
Eight feet tall, there's something I want to ask and know
Why do my teeth turn

out
But I've been barreling down the rails
1,000 miles straight through hell
To get to where 
I'm free and I can finally 

Drive the I8 with the top

lickety-split in 8 mile
Waiting on me to fall?
Gunna be waiting for awhile
Been Plotting since a child
At my house where the wild things were
Such a blur
Take

Split the sticky with the set
I've been feeling frisky, getting risky with your texts
Try to reason with me, ain't a fifty, this a checkmate
Call me

16 Shots

Vic Mensa

There's Alot Going On

2016

times, how fucked up is that?
Now the police superintendent wanna double back
Cops speeding up to the block like a runnin' back
Tension is high, man

is the price of coal
In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia
Late in the year of fifty-eight
Day still comes and the sun still shines
But it's dark

into a six by eight steel cabinet
Flippin' weights readin' ancient tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it
Those who haven't learnt get returned

next thing you know we at his neck again
This young 8 and Koddah, you know your boys are so damn wreck a less
Catch me when the thotties is poppin' all

Back in the Game

Ronald Isley

Iron Flag

2001

feelin' yourself
Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old
I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold
Crops with the prose where cops won't