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'm cruising
Yo girl asked me when we moving
I told her tomorrow
Pack her bags by the morning
You crying your sorrow
Cause she told you that your boring
Cause

Kittle,
cnd adored by more women than four Mormon polygamists.
(Ha!)
Pardon my pompous,
I can't seem to give a fuck about any part of your nonsense,
John

Aldrin, I can't count backwards
Ten, one
Someone get this buzzard to the Matmos
Ten thousand hours addressing open beaks
Exiting the atmosphere with no

'm hungry for satisfaction
The rest of these people
Are hungry for change
But show up to the table
No spoon and no plate
You won't make a difference
Simply by

a living
Fuck your fucking politics
Something you did brought me here
Praying for war
Die by my hand
Hardened by hate, mindless attacks
There is no god

too complacent
I know how y'all do it
Get adjacent
Then I mix this Remy wit her spinal fluid

223s and the gang gone bust and yo bitch can't match my

to break the preconceptions
Seriousness in devotion, horror of incarceration

I can get no satisfaction, blindly obsessed to the fascination
Allergic

It's a be bop beat with a poetic streak
And a carnie barkin' Satchmo smile
You do what you do till it's over
Then you do what you can to get by
Baby I

life with no indoor
To ignore pain I endure
You're now being hypnotized
By Phyll Mic Tom
With a real nice rhyme
95 Till I die
Swear to God
They ain't got

will catch in no time if his production guy was better
And theres nothing I like better then new battle lyrics
My favorite jam is "Secret Agent" man

on that transit 
Pull up We gon make em vanish 

Say pull up we gon make them vanish
Take a seat no they can't stand it 
I had paint pictures with this

God 
Or try to say  
Anyone deserved what they got 
Or did not take away from this life.   
    
A game of Russian Roulette.  
No one knows 
Where will

blow
I'm out on my own like a rolling stone

Rolling Stone, "I Can't Get No Satisfaction"
On my own, doing well, you can imagine
It's LA, you know this

get a break
You cool, beats fire but I’m about to say something that a make you red in the face
We can’t let white people remain comfortable not even

scams

Rides that always sketch on me - Have to have her home by three

Memories of blowin' it - Thing I want that I can't get

Car won't start, I'm on my

Escape from Robot Island

MC Lars

Radio Pet Fencing

2004

I'm running from the firm in the novel by Grisham. 
Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King, 
On the run and this ain't no dream. 

[Chorus] 

Hiding out

caught the lightning in the bottle
So you know damn well that that's why they can't shock me
Every evening I have a by myself meeting
And in the nighttime,

Boyz N the Hood

Blu

Good To Be Home

2017

I was in love with the block, call it the avenue Jones
Through the village we just happened to roam
Knuckleheads, bad to the bone
And every single

wish a fuck nigga will like Jada (Ayy, ayy)

Can't get to spinnin'
Bih sound like it stutter (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Finesse hundred racks, bitch
I'm slicker

Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat
Over the ropes, choke, no hope
Just toke like a chief does
I been dealing with these childish angry

Superfriends

Sudden Death

Fatal Accident Zone

Visa cards
Black Manta, uh, the Legion of Doom
A genetic nightmare, there's no time to lose
I'm from Krypton, Aquaman knows Davey Jones
Wonder Woman

'm MVP cause soon I'll be there to snatch it
Add it up, can't subtract me from the game because I'm real
So I multiplied and left my crew divided by a deal

Champagne in the back I told her don't get trashed in here
She just wanna' vibe and lay back no reclining chair
No what's coming next, hands tied got me

at you
Send you to heaven
Man I am no revern
Can’t let you threaten my life
So I had to teach you New a lesson
I am the master
The GOAT
Act like you know