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now
I been putting work it was no help it was no handouts
I been making money stunting hard with all them bands out
I been looking up just even when

saying, into one
Hell of a slow parade.
The brass band is a shambles
but never lacking in charm
and though they are all marching quite close to the edge

sides
Eat it up like lemon pie
Wear my Gucci all the time
She wanna fuck so ima slide
And send them pigs through over night

Ten band loss all because

One, two, three, four, it's time to get funky
Get on the floor and dance with Brass Monkeys now
Grab your s'mores and popcorn from the store
Let's

Ayy Ladies

Travis Porter

Ayy Ladies

2012

ain't tryna be all dat

I'm just tryna hit it by the end of the night
Lil' mama so bad and her booty so tight
When I hit it from the back, don't fuss,

explosive
I feel like things out the same
Out here moving in slow motion
Right now a retrograde thirty days left then it's over
It's like all my thoughts

my side Right on my side
Ride by my side you there when I Need you God yeah On God
If you need it I’ll give you hand
If I had it I’ll give you band

is what I put time in
Its what Im confined in
Now they say Im cold
When I come around, that my heart and soul
It changes the climate
I AM
What they

In the hour glass sands I wrote my name to see it vanish over time
Left the grind when it felt like an assembly line
Despised the notion of just

it criss cross we're taking over the town

What y'all want, no cut
What y'all need, pure raw
What we do, we sold out
All because you bought more

of the 
hunters...

And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the 
accordion.

Well, that's it for the introductions.  And now, the story.

lame
I mained going off the chatter of all of the day's masters
Unless you rhyme killers and trappers you not a rapper
Went to try it but I dropped it

to welcome the rebirth of the Goddess
Word up it's all about knowledge of self
Yo Busta Rhymes, why don't you take the session over from here

The Night That the Band Got the Wine

Al Stewart

Down in the Cellar

2000

a flower pattern shirt of quetionable style
It all made sense

The band went back to their homes in the Hollywood hills
Better than they'd ever felt

(big ship!)
It takes all the army and the navy
To put the wind up Sylvest

He thought he'd take a trip to Italy
He thought that he'd go by sea
He dived

toke glass so
Work that shaft, perfect your craft
All I'm gonnna ask is exposin' brass, now ya
Think I give a shit, where those lips had been last

So

The true state of all things:

I keep on not dying, the sun keeps on rising.
I remember my life as if it's just some
dreams that I don't trust,

the way)
I'm officially part of the holidays like Mariah now, nigga (wow)
Let's go

Y'all couldn't wait for this shit to drop, it's part of hip-hop
Will

just now I'm fuckin up the mall
Took ah loss, got it back, run it up,  (Yeah) we ball

I can tell by how you walk that you ain't got no gun
You don't

I'm Your Idol

Necro

Brutality

2003

a bat - over somebody's back
I'll never be done ? ever - that's how Satan made it
Created all of us to be filled with hatred
Pain and anger ? buck off

a Dixie cup
Mama Jann band-aid kiss the cut
Now I'm thinking about offices and mansions with amenities
And runneth over pools and infinities
Award shows

always
Wanna tag along 

Bands everywhere
She need some help 

Real bitches get to the
Bag by they self 

Bad bitch, shake that ass
Clap it,  I wanna see

suspense
So I don't give em the play by play
Niggas gotta take it day by day
Hoping all of my actions convey
Everything that the mouth can't say
What's

So Good

Say Anything

Anarchy, My Dear

I have the sketchy past, yet I have shed my wings
Cold turkey now hanging by a heart-string
Dangle over her, above the pulsing bar
She tries