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just having fun
Life was passing us by like traffic on the I5
I gotta name but it's not Ben Holt, and no, it's not Jim Croce
You could call me whatever

Trump, but I'm getting Muslim bands (banned) still
Gotta stack it 'til my camp is on a cash hill
That's real, skr8 gas like an Arab...
Plus I stay with

a God, motherfucker, and it's Judgment Day

(Undead)
You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today
You know I don't give

a God, motherfucker, and it's Judgment Day

(Undead)
You better get up out the way
Tomorrow we'll rise, so let's fight today
You know I don't give

Do you, do you, do you?
Yes I do
Do you, do you, do you?
Yes I do

Do you feel it?
Do you feel sexy body eruptions?
Do you want this?
Do you feel it

Rock free so
It feels true

Flexin the muscle
Checkin the subtle
Testin the bubble
Let's huddle
Let's cuddle
Lay out like a puddle
So sweet like

why they called it the altar
Prophecies and Psalms, tales of heroics
Fumbling the hymnal for the song but it feels like you know it
You stand up, you

roller. 
Flow got a rebirth, them verses pack up in strollers.

Herb come by the drovers, 
Say don't mistake it for clovers, 
Cause I ain't lucky I just

and laugh as i spark the flint
Cause I'm here to set this bitch on fire, like a red head
I'm burning it up every day, like a dead head
I started out in rock n

bands

To run up them bands
To run up them bands
To run up them bands
Bandsss
To run up them bands


Mane hypnotized by the money in tha streets
When it

Human Again

Jerry Orbach

Beauty and the Beast [Original Cast Recording] [Special Edition]

2001

might break the spell any day now

Shine up the brass on the door
Alert the dust pail and broom
If it all goes as planned our time may be at hand any

on the beaches
But don't get it confused
Said he still got moves
Where the wrong colors niggas end up
On the news like Sal
Like Durant in a dream then I'm right

the mirrors the man when I see him I don't see a shell
Bring me the band
Bring me the drum
Bring me the beat
I beat it to crumbs
Don't look to deep in the Sun,

that's a fan club
Stay in my line like a band drum you stay on yo cell like a cancer
Do I hit the bay for the answers that's strike #3 get yo chance up
If

to help like Batman utility belt
All by myself with the world on my delts
We can chill while it melts, the beat bill feel like it's felt
My suspicion

gon catch every drip that you drip
Fucking up your hair when I dive in it
Said the youngin be going so deep
Feel like a young nigga swimming in it
Shit,

Easy Rider

Action Bronson

Mr. Wonderful

2015

naked at the Hilton with a bitch that look like Seal's cousin
Bite the eel by the dozen
(Got to take it for the team)
Bite the eel by the dozen

Pump

Yeah, fucked-up in the mind
Yeah, can't let shit slide
I don't think they like my kind
Kill them off it feel divine
Yeah, fucked-up, know I am uh

Aye we about to turn them up with this one right here
All the way up on way
Say he want smoke then we with it (Yea)
Like it's the fan that's cut

hella paranoid, I feel somebody's after me
I'm going back to the beach its been a couple months 
Linking up with my dukes got my mother lunch 
Split it up

melting

mourns the pier they knocked down

gone were the dances

the pies served up with peas

and the coatham it’s still standing

but now aged by the sea

Unspoken Word

RZA

RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo

1998

touched by the razor cut 

You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo 

You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo 



The Wu rag tied around your head,

Aye
Got to get it everyday
Yeah got to get it uh

Man oh man oh man oh man oh man
Trying to stack these bands on bands on bands on bands
Yeah I’m

Maybe a minute after never, set ya clocks
I'm a nut case, Uptown my birthplace
They feel me coming like
The weekend on Thursday
We got Vegas chips, nigga