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first you know me

Because I'm the best striker
The scene's ever seen
(Ay I'm the best up first)
I like three by ninety
And if I play right back
I'll be

street drug jive

"Hey white boy, what ya doing uptown
Hey white boy, you chasing our women around?
'Pa pa pardon me sir
Nothing could be farther from my

to throw stones at
Femme Eminem, you can tip your hat
Too dumb to get my pun
Yet I'm spun for fucking fun
Like the cylinder of a gun
The joke on me has just

to the pace
She like that shit raw 
Yea she like how it taste 

You think that you drippin' 
That shit look misplaced 
I got me sum forces 
I got em unlaced

on em 
More chains than Slick Rick on em 
That persona don't fit for em
Can't get an eighth or a zip from me 
Sit down pay attention I can teach you 
Cut

The Start of Your Ending (41st Side)

Mobb Deep

The Infamous

1995

the nigga in me accompanied by the cognac
You can ask around, don't fuck with the Mobb
I could've told you that, where you been at
You must have cut class
If

she got some loose lips
Play her like acoustic
Fly her like I'm toothless
Golden like a goose egg
Knock him out, then duces
My crew known to do shit
You

the gift that lets me spit
Through my spirit and I rip shit and twist like an Olympics bitch
Since 6 I've been whipped by music, they were like who's this

Goin In

Rittz

The Life and Times of Jonny Valiant

2013

see I'm wide awake
I got myself on the web like a spider egg
I was already hot as buffers like a finder place
The bitches wouldn't give me

the
Bad news, bad news, she told me she knew
Call me dream keeper, librarian of thought
"Set the scene, healer." I'm here to hold your court
Got me

technique
Kill'em with kindness that ain't Never been apart of me
Tell it like it is I ain't coating it with Nothing sweet
Play by the rules of the game you

Spotlight

Usher

The State vs. Radric Davis

2009

It feels so good to be back
Polow, Ursher baby (yeah, Zone 4)
How you doin Gucci? (yeah) (Zone 6)

'Cause the spotlight ain't nothin' without ya

or summat bad will take place
Cos I dunno if you didn't know but I'm little known
So promoters booking me aren't guaranteed a ticket sold
Hard sell for them

blinking stupid. Niggas boosting I just want the acoustics. Cause we was pumping and dumping. You hit that road it's no fumbling. Bum he called me who

Guitars, Piano, Oud, Flute and other Sixties VI
Song Written Arranged and Mixed By Itzhak Yaron 
Special Thanks to Big Ears Maor for a superb work.
MAOR

on a lockdown by the beach 
Peace love and quarantine 
The first two are for me 
The third one don't apply
At the lockdown by the beach
Gotta stay six feet away

six of these drinks and tryna water ski
But I suppose that's just the life at sea
Homie asked me if you're here then wait who's in the driver's seat
My

to give
I don't think y'all ready

Money make the world go round
Money make your girl go down
That's why you never see me
I'm breezing by you so fast
Got

nobody didn’t it by my Lonely
Booty call outside at 3 in the Morning
You got Gabbana on
Ride me like a Harley
And you popped a molly now you all Up out ya

(Tell me, what you really did for any other motherfucker than yourself)

These big homie rules
I give my lil' homie jewels
Some shit they can use

too
Get ya nigga out the mix put me in loop
All the rah rah  he do
Ain't going change how me move
He be acting I pay real attention to you
It gonna hurt

Know it's real if you close enough to hear this
I kick it with the spirits
They want me to bring the Golden Era back when rap was about lyrics
Flex on em

can you not hear my
New shit from the boombox?
Take note, it's exclusive i'm a dapper don
You feel me, put your hazards on
I play shows of acoustics
I'm

kpa
Boys from the front to the back
Make dem raise up their hand
Let me see your light in the air
If you know say you roll with the gang
I be like