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front can I come over?
Can I come over? So can I come over?
Can I come over?

The game's so real, she got Italian heels
When I look you in your face
Tell

I'm a rebel, I'm a menace
Mixin' Red Bull with the Guinness
Never talkin' to them guineas
Tell 'em please to mind their business
My niggas, they got

Hindsight Is 20/20

Karen Staley

Fearless

1998

the end

I could tell you were the kind to love and leave 'em
Tears would be all I'd have to show
I was hypnotized by those fine Levi's
So I couldn't say

dreams and hopes
Searched for quite a while found em but lost my sticky notes
Think about it now and I can tell I may be getting close
Heaven knows
We all

we came here from afar
To protect this planet at all costs from the demons in the box
Just take a look at what we've lost
We used to all be amazed by

me
Never watch the clock
Baby it's your turn
Still aiming for the top
If the tables were turned
You get burned by the business
When you swimming with

used to be)
Mic Boyd: No, I see what you're sayin man, I see what you're sayin
Classified: Check this out, look, yeah
Mic Boyd: What you got?

[Verse 1 -

this change into ends that defy laws
Cut it out I wasn’t talking bout the beat though
I’m here to make em get the point like a free throw
Tell my girl

What I Like

First hand accounts, then bounce on a vibe, I just need music, that make me feel live
straight off the pad, mad mad flavor, what i like,

YOU LOOK HELL BENT ON A MISSION,
BUT THESE STREETS WONT MAKE AN EXCEPTION FOR NO ONE,
BELIEVE ME I KNOW,
LITTERED WITH THE DREAMS OF THE BROKEN,

And keep something fat on ya waistline
Look I wear the pants you can tell by my waist size
Cuz most my guys dead or doing a bid
Blessed to exist
Pops taught

snitches sleeping with
The fish-eyed heathens stringing ‘em up
Now we’re first-stringing like Willie Beamens
Odds and evens, rhyme to reasons, winter
Spring

Unanimously it’s set, my absolute afterlife
There may be people with a merciful look,
but I just tell’em a simple phrase NO THANK YOU
It’s just

Laughing at a picture, swearing we all look the worst
Flirting with the waiter so we get a free dessert
I can tell you anything, the roses

brag
I can't tell you which one cause you might go and change something
Nothing in the world is perfect, it might be fucked
I just hadda say something
By

intact
Death to every demon that is set on holding me back
I need to focus and stop getting distracted by hocus pocus 
It's never to late to blossom into

The shit is even getting more foul
Network, of elected delegates
Are all derelicts
Look how shiesty Kerry get
Damn it's all relevant
It's never how they tell

Talk of the Guns

Axel Rudi Pell

Between the Walls

1994

you're chosen the
Victim,
You won't be sacrificed
Can't escape from the screams and
The anger,
You can tell by the look in their
Eyes.
Shoot your

Mothaship

Akbar

Big Bang Boogie

it was (What was it, 'cause?)
A UFO flyin low, I couldn't budge
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, feels like I'm stuck
I musta struck

blood, sweat, no tears
Surrounded by devils
No fear, so focused, so aware, so here
So in it to win it, my tenacity is infinite
Others came and went past me