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players y'all n***** some scrubs
I woke up at the beach to some toast and preserves 
Tapped that ass ‘fore she got in the tub 

Then I made a cup of hot

Get Down

Biz Markie

Weekend Warrior

2003

and the Master of Fun
My rap technique is most very unique
Your toes start to squeak, by the way that I speak
My rhymes are more sporty than the ESPN

I'm nice, and y'all are so obsolete
Cold like off the heat, I'm hotter than cotton sheets
Cop the Jeep, full tank so there ain't no stopping me
Lock

cuts vice versa
I'm not exaggerating, I said it and I meant it
I resent it if you say that his cuts are precedented
He's a lean, mea,n wreckin machine
He

Boom by ya badi-da gwan ye
Boom by ya badi-da gwan ye

Disrespect get out of place
Or we gon put you in your place
Disrespect get out of place
Or we

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

Dada 
Top Shotta
What I create is BIG
Like Voletta Wallace
In BK
Walking by 
Fulton & St. James
Felt the soul of a legendary rebel
Staying on my hustle

how we live it
Buy the clothes, we by the code, leave them bodies cold
No discrimination, body hoes, everybody knows
We play that big body rose, black

for whoever want come get me 
Black sheep of the fam but I turned to a goat 
Times got cold an I cut on the stove 

N**** uon get a extra life 
F*** it

Five Nights of Bleeding

Linton Kwesi Johnson

Dread Beat an' Blood [Virgin Frontline]

1978

Served by a cruelin' fighting
Five nights of horror and of bleeding
Broke glass, cold blades as sharp as the eyes of hate
And the stabbin', it's
War

to Xzibit, lift, build muscle I hustle
And broaden my horizons
Stay focused to the point of
The chin like Tyson
Get live like a dunk on a
Big man by Allen

The Regiments of Steel

Chubb Rock

The One

1991

the whole feel
And it's wield by the regiments of the steel

Word up, MC Lyte, my boys GangStarr
The D.O.C., Eazy-E, Salt-n-Pepa, Whodini
Grandmaster Flash,

up into Hot Shot,
An Autobot hit by the nine will survive but on soul I can promise you now that ya opp’s not,
Guess who nigga Knock knock,
It’s me

Souls 
4 chicken wings ketchup n hot sauce
My cura dripping 
Scoring off the dribbling 
Scoring easy buckets 
I took wins and loses 
Dreams and nightmares

strands of morning feed my unease: I’ve much to do, no time for this...

	But there you are in a tangle of Egyptian cotton 
	Gold light tracing lashes laced

by all types
Cuz even lesbians be wanna fight
Cuz they all know if you ain't da homies then yo hoe just might get the pipe
N they all want it from this

Long Beach in CALI-FORN-I-A
Hey! Much love to the Golden State
Let’s shift gears and bring it back to the Empire State
West Side we reside by the five

surprised
Gotta couple of shooters
They let out that fire
If the streets get too hot
Then I'm coolin inside
I got the cotton mouth
Need a little sprite
Lil

Ghetto rebuilding like colonies
Y'all causing the madness
Bringing in drugs and the guns by pallet
Don't trust in them ballots
They taking advantage of all

back
[Ruthless gangsta] Cold killin
You wanna know what it's means ? [definition...villain]
With the stupid dope rhyme
So once you hear one line you can

smith-pierre in refuge, laid in ashes, on rush 
 
street, in the cold, specific savannah of ladbroke 
grove or weeksville or bondy. can't you hear them 
holding

nobody bodied me
Don't accept my apology

Stop chasing props niggas, top niggas march
By the cops, followed hot blocks
They pop niggas i ain't one of you

comrade
Getting paid by any means necessary
Hit the mall and splurge everyday issa shopping spree
N my nigga mean muggin cuz he always mad at me
He don’t

By the beach
Dry or wet, the best of both I see
Hot or cold, the vibes you're giving me
We could both be swimming in the deep
Together but this ain't