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won't stop the grind
Full speed, I won't look behind
Crazy thoughts go in and out my mind
Can't escape but I try to when I'm high
(Woah)
Write my life out

Self Taught

Brother Ali

Champion

2004

to do with
I give it all to you, long as you can promise me this
When its time, you will ball up a fist (Like this)
Me and Anthony, we fill all the gaps

back if you're clapping at K
Or we could swing it out like back in the day
And you're a pussy so it's
Like Jack at the game
What the fuck's a bag full

The passion I protrude through this paper
Makes me believe that hip hop still is my savior
Alone in the dark scribbling words on a pad
Took me

Black and Blue

Brand Nubian

In God We Trust

1993

up shit, that you put a brother through 
Black man, learn to love you 
'Cause even if you're dead, me and my crew 
Will beat you in your head,

Peace to My Nine

Spice 1

Spice 1

1992

It's like root beer one of a kind
Spice 1 is up in the house with the niggata-niggata-nine
And the clip and the trigga
Muthafuckas try ta play me

die by twenty-five or catch a quick three-to-five
So be advised ,the street's full of surprises
It's not what crew's the livest, one that survive,

world full of fears brings me nowhere
Floating in space, I'm nowhere There's non-fictional void and it gets me annoyed
So I cry, wishing I weren't going

All hands on deck this the ship my crew
Open ocean got me feeling queasy so I puked.
Feelin better now I got it out my system though.
You know that

Tryna get by with this nine to the five
It ain't working for me anymore
I'm finna take all my time when I'm counting it out
Like a chef how I flip

the window kid
Oh shit you'll be dead
Guns pointed at your head
Marksman in the street
Quick to fill you full of lead
The sharks will show their teeth
No break

it
30/30 tunnel vision 
I wish these niggas would listen 
God damn 
They all in the business
Tell my story like they know me 
It's already written

Crystal Clear

Royce da 5'9"

Lucky 7

2015

drinking, that's when I found out I was rich in spirit
I don't got too many memories of this industry, just bits and pieces
Of beef and me driving my whip

Checks in my bank account
Look at the bank amount
Balance says 0 dot 0 and 0
Fuck, did I take it all out?
Nah, dawg, just not enough cash by my job,

to go fill em in, listen
Man, y’all still the same
Y’all, y’all ain’t finna change, prove me wrong
Do something different
Y’all scared, y’all dip
Y’all

Put in work
Put in work for this
Put in work
Put in work
I had to put in some work for this
I had to take me some risks
I had to stretch out a check

to scream this is ma scene
Fill The mill with weed getting high is the theme
You seem full of drama ohh farmaqueen
Honey don't mind the bill oh bunny just

imma really do this 
Imma do it with straight pride 
Breaking down boxes 
With granddad in the summer 
The country life hit me 
And peace came with it

Saliva

MF Doom

Vaudeville Villain

2003

since back in 25 cents Ices
Used to turn your tongue the color red
Now they want to fill ya full of lead
What the fuck that young fella said?

What

the brews
Why you keep peeping just to see what I do
Worried bout me and not you
No you can't be in my crew
This a two seater can't sit in my coupe
In love

blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse
full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

I'm seein nuttin but

A few flicker Whip up these words like I'm pourin', Aunt Jemima
She say I'm strong, want me to go deep
In it I was just high off the gushers on three

can catch me on the block with the thugs spitting truth (or)
In the jails teaching Bible with the crew (or)
Making waves for the kingdom in this booth

stayin' in touch
I didn't flake on her much
And one day she called to take me to lunch
To wish me luck i was goin' on tour with my
Friend Sage Francis