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the Microphone
Nauseous from all the noodles stuffed In the styrofoam
Rather die trying than sitting Hopeless lonely and broke
Facts
They say this rap shit aint

straight  
Fuck it, I'm straight  
Fuck it, I'm straight      
 
Ryder like PAC back in 96' 
Humble for what everybody switched 
Now I stay low key anonymous

Even When Eyes Don't See your pain
Even ears don't hear your pain
God does He opens the eyes of our heart
So when its hard
Don't lose heart walk by

Whip push to start no keys
Get green guacamole
Now they saying that they know me
Take when I get lonely
Pour up a 4 of dreams
I get money now I feel

one by a Muslim
We got a Muslim ban
We got walls to keep out Mexicans
And cops keep killing black people
But we will not allow our circumstances

one by a Muslim
We got a Muslim ban
We got walls to keep out Mexicans
And cops keep killing black people
But we will not allow our circumstances

thievin' and shit
Yessiree

I associate myself with the group
Desperate, young and dumb, black boy
Point to prove, never thought, aimed and shoot
Nappy hair,

know that I'm taxing
My boy moving bricks, the size of a napkin (Yea)
No homies, slide by my lonely
Remember the times, I was eating bologna
Now that I'm

I'm Not Alone

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol.1 & 2

1998

and the severed barn
Crystal balls, black magic and jokers cards
And that night just when I'm feelin lonely
The clowns come to my bed and juggle for me
So don't

I'm done takin' it
You still gettin' shot!

Big boys with big toys and all-black whips
The Real McCoys is back to take your chips
Give it to me, all

cheese up, Imma need that brings try

cnd imma need all of the keys to the city, just to make sure that all of my people are with me
I ain't your boy, dont

Raw backwards on all you rappers

What's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement massive
I'm

not legal people
I ain't need a reason
Trap OD OD
My trap needed me
I'm the trap savior
This not black label
Sat by black table
I got black angels
Seen

casket, Bishop!

I'm moving with the all black tactic
Black kicks, black jeans
Black jacket matchin'
I'm pulling 21s like I'm using black magic
And they

R.I.P. Drake, my boy was a mella
Low-key, I'm a pimp, baby, I'll sell her

Steppin' on the opp, if I went to my jail
Say you want somethin', you get me

Shake your head and
Say it's a shame.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole

the wickedest ting
Nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
Big money man' earn, the wickedest ting
Them boys aren't ready for
The wickedest ting
It's no long

dare you try
Talking to God when I look in the sky

They wanna see me gone
In the field I'm by my lonely
I ain't even do nothing wrong
Niggas acting like

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The Roots

How I Got Over [Clean]

2010

Black Thought, my sound's hard to come by
Last spotted on a yacht getting dumb high
Banging yacht rock with my squad from 2-1-5
Straight calling niggas

it’s no cheese
No smiling
I’m high as these nose bleeds
That we switch out I’m close as a floor seat
Man I went from a PT to no keys
Back when CDS

Forget school today...I'm going to the park!
A few hours later, w time passing by
I roll by school, pick up this girl on my mind
Rolling down the street

never get to shine, shine
Hey, Vinyl Blue in Green, Miles Davis CDs
I compose my sixteens
Before eighty-eight keys
The first time I did drugs
It was

Where We Wanna

Goodie Mob

Bossalinie

1999

finest cause he don't make no trash 
Pop us in your CD changer when you mash 
Exemplery brothers droppin brothers like the white man 
Shoot street, we

Where We Wanna

Goodie Mob

Hip Hop Decade, Vol. 1: The Hot South

1999

finest cause he don't make no trash 
Pop us in your CD changer when you mash 
Exemplery brothers droppin brothers like the white man 
Shoot street, we