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Conscious rappers, get off ya high horse 
Hi, thugs! I ain't never sold drugs, am I soft 
It's real easy to say you ain't out to get that money 
When

suck
Whoa!!!


Know who the thing go
High grade smoke through the window
Bwai can’t see him girl 
Car tint up 
you fi know by now everything’s up 
Bwai

Sakura baby, mafia love valentine gang
Hanging on by a string, high as a kite in the dark man
Superhero with a heart man
Soulchurch, pink heart, red snow

Mystic Stylez

Three 6 Mafia

Mystic Stylez

1995

duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar

did they know that
I’m outside of the cage, bombs away, traveling my own way
And no one lockin’ me up I’m runnin’ 8 miles a day
Lickety-split like

back to late 05
I ain't even smoke but still touch the sky
Fucking like a rabbit on 8 mile 
Turn their world upside down like sixty nine
You a soulja

shmoney
Took her out on a date now she love me
Watch the gold on neck let it hang please
He be asking for money he brokie
Watch her ride the wave high like

running from the jakes
Side of the trap I served the p's up thru the gate
Te te walk up say she I need one for the 8
My Only play Shid this my last one for

body's home

Lickity lick my dickity dick
I'm killing these niggas
You Lickity Split
I B Rabbit with the wordplay
Not an 8 Mile reference
I said, "I be

awake
She had enough, where midtown is eight miles away
She looked at the glass
Split her mask and cast the past before she passed away

or an 8
And I hope I'm never classified as a regular guy
As long as I go out as me, I'll be at rest when I die
I'm scared of death because I
Might not reach

like I split a white brick
Even though I knew playing Mitch wasn't the right fit
I also know you puss in disguise, sum'in like White Chicks
It's either

You could go apeshit, fake prick
And take flicks with eight cliques, you still never posing a threat
If you gon' say something, say it then

My big

Each morning, day and night
On a near by shore line
Beneath them open skies
Where blue waves gently flow by
Friends of all ages happily smile
As they

you can't turn back
Wind River, Wyoming
Took my breath away
But I saw you in the stars
So I split to Santa Fe
Got mile high in Colorado
But your memory

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like

No

De La Soul

The Grind Date

2004

ride with me while I'm putting in work

Full-timing it, 8:30 to 6, the graveyard shift
The three months before the benefits hit
But my position went

it's sad, so old, where's the control? 
Think you prove by how many guns you hold? 
Imagine, raised or reduced, out there with battle scars 
In the wrong

so nauseas
All these drugs
Fried creative content

Getting by still elavated
The most
Still elevating the coast
I spit It str8 at your soul
Say it str8

balling or you barely getting by
If you a real smoker all you wanna do is get money and
I'm a doobie brother pass the doobie to me brother
Even when I'm

Queens Get the Money

Nas

Nas

2008

since he said retirement
Hiding behind 8 mile and The Chronic
Get's rich but dies rhyming, this is high science
Now add twenty three more for Queens

hear me
Hey can you see me
High visibility
I've been running miles
Looking wild 
Can you hear me scream
Let me out let me out
I've been stuck inside
Tiny

through my fallacies

Running from the high I derive from your face
Launch me into space
Gonna get done dyin without a trace
Then I'll battle the mad ones

down by the fire
Wearing clothes already payed for looking cute with my attire
Know I’m high but bitch you know that I could keep on getting higher