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This is a massively underrated sound
Deep gong African core, so let me break it down
Long as I'm alive I gets mine, no time to wait it out
Energy, no

once we save the green
But lets head back to the room to go stroking in the deep
Bliss was to be with you
Who I miss when it's me and you
Ain't no

made it here, 
 I can make it anywhere, 
 Yeah they love me everywhere, 
 I used to cop in Harlem, 
 All of my dominicanos 
 Right there up on broadway,

(woo)
Allergic to blue steel, got a gun rash from totin' (pew, pew, pew, pew)
Silent but deadly since he last reloaded (what else?)
That stick'll part

The Dope House Mind

South Park Mexican

The Last Chair Violinist

2008

x2]

Candy blue 5 parka and a moonlight sparka
Let me tell ya bout the life of a pure white rocka
A true live balla, might cruise my 'pala
Or just soak

day disdain is engraved
Pack up your bags it's time to go play
Wait no longer, it's happening here
Tell me what are we waiting for something to appear

cppalachian, snow cap, on the bottom of the blue ridge gap

See me in the river of Tennessee or the creeks of the Chattahoochee

Dirty heathen, Huck

A Musical

Brian d'Arcy James

Something Rotten! A Very New Musical

2015

A musical
And nothing's as amazing as a musical
With song and dance
And sweet romance
And happy endings happening by happenstance

Bright lights, stage

do
And I'm down to seeds and stems again too

Oh, my dog died just yesterday, left me all alone
The finance company dropped by today, and repossessed

white ice blue 
Skatin' when I move 
Goggles on my eyes bob sleddin' thru the north side 
At these niggas necks like a bow tie 
Fabby had me dreamin'

and battered
No wonder lately I been feeling blue
This the story of the shoe
And the soul
Or the feud
For the gold
For the few who got something left to do

congratulações a miséria, eu prefiro a vaia

'To tipo more fire de Bob em Kaya
Guiando a laia, permaneço de atalaia
Sem riso frouxo pra humorista
Que só se

life would be
If I hadn't always had Bob Dylan with me
I mean everything he wrote
I'm strung out on heroes
My friend Jeff Lewis says Songs cbout

Hey, did it on my own
TM
Poin' up some red and countin' blue, yeah, this shit got me throw
Fuckin' bitches, dick and tummy, yeah, you know how this

here 'til it all end
('Til it's over)
I'ma do this shit here 'til it's all over
(Huh)
Seventy-nine for the sack like I'm Bob Golic
(Boom)
I'll come by

just Papi trying pop
That’s just Paddy trying rap 
John Gotti of the flock 
Bob Marley with the pop smash hits on the pot 
Yeah that’s what I want 
Do me

boy
Ooh I'm such a dope boy (Woah)
Can't dumb me down
I seem to start to chance ever since I been around
I heard them boys talking, when I'm there not

Lum
Ho hum Pound to the beat of my drum
The dumb are intrigued spit ivy school dreams
Foolish extremes got me to bob & weave cut thru the breeze
I

Jazz and blues and folk and reggae
They were forged in fire and flames
The shimmering strength of the human soul
Can smash the bonds of all these chains

Mistře basů, po vašich tónech pasu
Ať si duní z basovky i z kontrabasu.
Hej, mistře basů, nemáte kapku času
Naučit mě hrát

To chce jen, bam-bam-bam

my talents
Even existed by staying consistent
When niggas told me I wasn't all that

I'm more then alright got a good vibe
Everyday I'm celebrating

Wish I Were American

The Planet Smashers

No Self Control

2001

me what I do not see
I WISH I WERE AMERICAN
(ad lib a la Bob and Doug)

Mr. Brown

Styles of Beyond

Megadef

the hill
Just glide, close your mouth and open the blinds
Took the wings off a bird and let it float to the side
Say (What?) to hear me callin
Shoutin out my