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Shapeshifts into a physical form to be reckoned with, emanating from the source

2,000 years, Year 2,000 on the dot. Millennial kingdom Come-ing who among you

Niggas Die 4 Me

DMX

Opposite of H2O

2000

kid Drag strike a light
Fuck five mics, my fire burn the wire
'Cause we the niggas that plug
Wrap 'em in the rug
Flames mini blowing on my hands

Nintendo Excitebike
AMG all black at night
Twin FNs, thats dressed right
All gold with the insights Olympic shooter as I slide on by
Black Maserati soft

to deal
It ain't ever getting past my riot shield
I'm elementally tethered
To fire, ice and lighting, light as a feather
I'm bringing a Storm, think you may

silent, I think drooling, possibly asleep
I do love her so
The fence electrifies with a loud hum and blue sparks of light
Accompanied by tinny explosive

high
(smoke it up, light it, light it)
Yeah, you're high, so high
(smoke it up, light it, light it)

She just kicked her feet up
Let her hair down

head and light up the room
And dance with the season
Cause spring is the reason flowers will bloom
Movin up from within
I'm consumed by fire I spit
I'm

spiral with a wardrobe on the floor

You can hide it can't deny that you're dishonest caught a liar
Placed down all the pieces just to light it all on fire

'til they're gone and pass on by
Pale lights over the hillside
I'll hold you so close
While I'm up and you sleep quiet
I've been awake for a lifetime
I'm

nah nah the man wasn't really that what
One nine four two hits my system
Man get way too frosty buzzy
Girls from the past that lost me love me
Same ones

Let's stay inside
Watch a movie or two
But when you're by my side
I can't help watching you
Let's make hot chocolate
But way too sweet
Curl up in

Light Shit Up

Kurupt

Tracks From the Album Kuruption!

1998

get bucked
That's what's up, nigga what
We about to tear shit up
Nigga what, we about to light shit up

[Verse 2: Kurupt & Buckshot]
You bitch you

and I'm okay with just getting by
Through weather hot or cold, we still hold the torch light
So full or empty we'll be satisfied write?
cnd we'll be

Hallelujah [Bonus Track]

Dilated Peoples

Directors of Photography

2014

probably find the main jar
I been major, it's Rapsody, boy

I don't trust the score, I've been baffled by judges' cards before
Never leave it in their

not don dada but I?
Believe – youngen’s explosive man
Through your bombs up
3-2-1 times up, Sqad up! holla

All I know… is

Is got my hustle on, get my

anxious
Wishing for the rain in the summer heat
Dancing for the bang of the thunder beat
You can't dim the light of the fire
That's what's under me
I

I feel like a different person in front of the mic
So let this version of me ignite a fire tonight

I don't give a care in the world what you think

It's painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with

Drive (For Daddy Gene)

Alan Jackson

Drive

2002

Was painted red, the stripe was white
It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light
Second hand from a dealer in Atlanta
I rode up with

sedation
I miss you
but that's another kind of silence
sittin' by the fire
stare into the flames
without you I'm as lonely as the night train

Chorus

Քոնը քեզանից էլ ոչ ոք չի տանի
Taking it day by day and night
You faking it, I know damn right
Step in if you see green lights
Baby got my green light

Firm Fiasco

AZ

The Album

1997

was a glorious time
There were wise guys everywhere, we were around
Twenty one, twenty two at the time
Yeah every place we go, every party
People would

It's True

B.J. The Chicago Kid

It's True

2014

that's that Jesus 2 slots
Cause he would have rocked it well
But instead he rocked that hair full of raze braided by his girl Lucy
With the semi on, make

light the city up
And by the way let me pick you up
I've been on my own two feet
But it's hard not to fall without you
I've been on my own two feet
I