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Intercontinental Champion

Action Bronson

Blue Chips

2012

Schroeder
Vinegar by the bed, that's for the vicious odor
Vicodin from Minnesota, make her kiss the cobra
Bottle service, snap my fingers, tell them bring

For the Captain

Okkervil River

Stars Too Small to Use

This infection gets stronger every year
This direction of a tear rolling down your cheek
And there's no escaping it

There's no escaping
The thing that

Bong Tokin Alcoholics

Kottonmouth Kings

Classic Hits Live

2003

Well I call my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on wait
Call up the krew, hook it up.

Carry On

Shyheim

The Greatest Story Never Told

2005

niggaz turned the other cheek
So I stopped calling, I sensed they ain't want to speak
I couldn't go to sleep, no one to hug but my sheets
Kept bangers for

Guerilla Till I Die

Z-Ro

Look What You Did to Me

1998

a guerilla, by any
Means that I'd murder if I have to
Heard my homie's working as an undercover
Ready to kiss my cheek, and earn your silver pieces
Could it be

I'll carry the promise with blisters on my hands
I am imprisoned by my own self-awareness
Here lies your proposition and my transparency
You keep

Just last week hit a dip
With plump ass cheeks
Creep dissing but you do not
Step upon the lad's sneaks
No refunds, nigga
You chose this stuff actually

There's no chance that I won't take
To be with you we could just give in and
Say we were outnumbered
By all the reasons to let go
But something sweet

Controlling Los Angeles like we own it
Don’t be fooled by the lights
Never seen Paradise more like a pair of dice
Shit, I’m gambling my life away
Hustling,

To show respect you kiss both
Sides of the Don's cheek
360 on the Seadoo in a tux call my homie
Tell him meet me down in Lido Beach for lunch
Plácido

Baby you've a rose on each cheek,
Baby go ahead and speak
If you were the building I look at now
You would not so much obscure the clouds
As make

victim for later…

You give the cheeks a rosy hue
As the lips are turning blue,
This is the artist in you, bastard time.
And you our guide to perpetual

Uh, Wal-Mart, cheap ass shit's
I'm cookin' fish
I missed if he hid the crack
And his cheek ain't twitch
Lot of rappers can rap, yeah
But that ain't this

RIGHT HAND OF GOD 
Written by G. Madden/J.P. Proulx

Like A slap
You shake yourself
From a sleep so sober
Soft caress
Face the other cheek
When you

around with separate souls.”

so I cried a river for old regrets,
my heart bled an ocean for days gone by.
but when I awoke my cheeks weren’t wet
and my

Maternal abuse and cower
Executed upon his cheek
Broken wooden spoons welting
Thrashed onto his legs, face and back
Violating, pretty hands stifle

but I don’t care
A lucky black skirt, oh no, it fits
She knows, it’s on my mind

I’m gon’ go dancing tonight
I don’t care if you're by my side
Cause I’m

Molly, my dear! You've such a pretty face
Molly, my dear! You brighten up the place
I see stars in your eyes, your cheeks glow
Could that be because

Piggy is sleeping, don't let him move
Stay by his bed if he coos
Claw at his neck, break him in two
Piggy's an artist, piggy's unique
Piggy is

Outside my window there is rain
Tears trickling down my cheeks again
Since the day that you passed
I tend to my gardens of grey, my gardens of grey

model It ain't all about the money, hey it came by me love I turn that hand to tie back when I'm working too much I'll convince what your girl said I love

find
Again the mind is kinda blinded by the Heineken
And rain, redemption songs are never sung in vain like intravenous, honeys dig the words but want

find
cgain the mind is kinda blinded by the Heineken
cnd rain, redemption songs are never sung in vain like intravenous, honeys dig the words but want

peace with being orphaned by this world
For it is not of me, and I not of it
We will tower above the corpulent stars
Where God must lie in bloated rot