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Back in You Again

Rick James

Money Talks

1997

Since I've been gone, I thought about you everyday
Here I am, back in you again

Here we go
Verse Three: Rick James
One minute I'm in jail, the next

And what's the big deal?
He used to be a handsome black man
Now he looks like a holocaust survivor

Celebrities been dying everyday
I think it started with

Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905

The Gift of the Magi

to toss bleach, I'm too dark and
Major more soul than James' "Escapism"
De La Soul is here to stay like racism
Patrick know and I'ma put the pillow off

right
I make my music for people who hustling everyday tryn' live a better life
But I'll cut yo ass off & I won't think twice
I was made for this shit Im

We keep on working one day the fake shits go dropping out
My rhymes like James Ward prowse
Your song turn it out new wave the better's my dirty south

nigga, I get it, yeah, I'm on the way
Tip of the Texas, yeah, there's no delay
Told him I need that piece by Johnny Dang
Down in the valley, you know we

See I'm a Texas mothafucka yeah I'm Texas raised
I'm from the city by the sea and we still choppin blades
Hittin corners, serving fiends in homies

F vs. J Intro

Jadakiss

Friday on Elm Street

2017

and hide, I can't miss you
You already know I reside at Camp Crystal
Lake, dismantle your face, revamp tissue
Power from the hockey mask, James St. Patrick

America Again

Carman

Let Us Pray: National Day of Prayer Album

1997

of the U.S.A.

Over 200 years ago they shook off the chains of tyranny from Great Britain By divine call
Citing 27 biblical violations they wrote

That was Everything Is A Lot by
Will Wood and the Tapeworms
Presented by SAY-10 Records
Copyright: Will Wood 2015
Produced, recorded, mixed

Dress to kill by the grim reaper
Alumni snap, fuck Tisa
You niggas all dressed in fuck-season,
I walk thru the sand in these Lebron James South Beachers,

prison can’t you hear this in my poems
Working everyday but i’m set on brighter days
If the struggle is to easy your complacent by the day
No time to talk

Y yo X in my jean's no chromosomes
Give her the James St. Patrick in church
In other words, that's the Holy Ghost
Flashy nigga but I'm laid back
Only

plastic
But plastic melts
They get dipped for real
Get my commas up
Got me ghosting like James Saint Patrick
Don't worry 'bout the past it's done
But those

bread early morning like it's French toast
These niggas thought I was James St. Patrick cause I go ghost
I got so many flows I can switch it up anytime
My

through a bale on it/

You ain’t get bail you was tellin shit/

Shot wita Tommy Now you James saint Patrick/



Level up level up type of shit make you

hear is crickets
Thank god, cause my broke ass ain't got money for another ticket
This week's been written by Lemony Snicket
Unfortunate events is what

My team 
my team 
Do things
Do things

Everyday we ball 
KD, King James 

( Safaree repeats Hook )

(Sai's verse)

I'm stunting I'm stunting I'm

a Uhaul to see how I move
I'm with Kese so I'm by the true, and this feature for free cuz you can't buy the truth and I'm truth
James St. Patrick walked

to go and get this shit by the jug.
I could’ve bought this shit by the tub, I’m a boss like James St. Patrick.
I could’ve bought this shit by the club.

cry)
Dry ur eyes (Dry ur eyes)
If theirs anything that you need
Come Get it from me

[Bryan:]
And everyday that passes by, darling i cry
For every tear

you getting Shook 
Kick down doors new chances getting took
Bout take it all you can swear that I'm a crook
James st. Patrick of Flow, I've got

to witness greatness  
My name’s Teeto Ceemos,
Clark Kent by day, at night, a super hero
Flo detonated preciseness of torpedoes 
Mortal Kombat, I been cold