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the negative
Alla you are nemesis
Sending shots to the premises
If I want, I'll get it then
Everybody running from me, they like something got into him
I

It Wasn't Me, It Was the Fame

EPMD

Unfinished Business

1989

me, back in 1984
When I went to a party with the master plan
To step up, and put the mic in my hand
Everybody was there, from junior high to high

hopin' it could
They say racism don't exist, if not, why the fuck we pissed?
They hate me 'cause my skin, I'm proudly ripping behind this fence
No more

anorexic that I didn't wanna smash
And if I kept on going, I probably would've split her in half
Could've played the xylophone off of her ribs
I could see

Scream & Shout [Rmx]

will.i.am

Still Smokin and Leaned Out

Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin' your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it's

of you will be the best version of me

Version .1 original stunner
Honest niga so I ain't no fronter
Fake homies turn tesla into a gunner
Your straight up

as Vanilla Ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit every time I sung
Like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind"

The cases I select seem to defect my intellect
Who'd suspect my first guess turns out to be correct
To that effect if it's foul play I'll always detect
By

Yeah, fool spice 1, LP, 2Pac
Doin' it like that
Takin' it one day at a time
Stayin' Headstrong, you know
Life is way too hard let them know 'Pac:

round the whole rim
you want some wings no flats if the cook can.
Read a book while massaging hands
You remember the times
Girl I ain't asking I aint

Drill Team

Tech N9ne

Killer

2008

tight with' no strap
Busta's waitin' up fo' her return get no haps
She come back with' tricks turnin' for show taps
So when I come back into yo' town

Discography longer than 8 sermons
Ain't no way I could remain perfect
Despite all that I did a great service
Know I been gone for a long time
But let Element

are stoned if
You think I'm gonna let the rocks sing my song
Take my job, let 'em rob me over fear that I shoulder
I'm a bolder
Version of myself than

Be mixing the coke and the crown in the back of Suburbans
The plot only worsens, 'cause most of the time all the rentals are paid for by churches
I

“What the f*** is that?”
Cause every time I call it quits
I end up coming back
And just to prove  and tell y’all fools
You ain’t killin’ s***
I’ll show

want for 60
I'm might just come back
With Poyo instead of 50
Key-C is gonna shine
That boy Shaun reclined
I hit the Long Drive now it's time I do mine

want for 60
I'm might just come back
With Poyo instead of 50
Key-C is gonna shine
That boy Shaun reclined
I hit the Long Drive now it's time I do mine

her off and my time is up
Hands on that bottom like 6 30
Clocking the block on her
Thick and' her hips workin
Welcome to Slytherin
My dick like a thick

and a vine
Sometimes I said to myself if I could just rewind to a simpler time 
I'd probably trade the design
Nobody wants a living genius
They want the death

of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand 
Like I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even

could kill a man!!"
Started making records but I'm still a fan
I'll take you down, I break your crown
I make you frown, I wake the town
Tick, check it out

where your mask for is parties and not going out
Wish we could turn back the clock so we don't have to worry bout curfews and doubt
I don't want

the stars,
Through the outer space,
Towards the unknown.


Leonard: 
“I can see my bridges burning far behind.
As I turn and look back,
The man I used to be

niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to '79

I bomb atomically, Socrates'