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A student of astuteness
To keep from looking foolish
I don't make no excuses
I'm overcome by your cuteness
If you'd like to
Play the flute
I'd love

a way that is tough to describe
Never getting comfortable, I'm up while they slumber tonight
But what I practice is enough to befuddle your mind
That shit

Ghetto Show

Anthony Hamilton

The Beautiful Struggle [Clean]

2004

metals round our necks and arms (yea)
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods

Whatever in your heart is where you want to be
My hood is

people getting crazy with parties on their mind
He turned the water into wine, but for me, water is fine

It's time to get a look at my life when I was

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what

my homie Q, cuz he locked up every day
Bitch you look greasy I can smell when you're around
Riding in yo daddy's car, I'll put you in the ground
Imma

Get your chips and dip
72 Dolphins 17 and zip
Now add 10 years to that
For the year that I was born
And my grandfather died
And they say every time
That

a choir when it sings
Sing louder hear my voice see exactly what I mean
Seek the truth don’t get blinded by the bling
Young worlds open your eyes coz

records
'Fore it hits ya mentions
Let the chords
From the synthesizer
Just get inside ya
And if I'm the GOAT
Then I just hope
That since ya made ya mind up

Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Redman

The Coming

1996

the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off

you laugh, giggles flowing out the dam
Jim Belushi for the coochie, I'm the def to your jam
When I look on the Gram
I want a hun-nuh-ned grand
I want

off
My man Murray said
"never take your shine off"
Sometimes I go offline to get these lines off
My crown chakra's like a Chi-town opera
Violence,

the skies (uh-huh, uh-huh)
You see me homie, we don't live in disguise (uh-huh, uh-huh)
So get your blessings, I advise, just a word from the wise
To say

a testament
Look at my highs as a blessing and my lows as a lesson
To go from nothing to something that's different stresses
Take a loss on the way up, that

Har-bringer
Get to running
Fear is what they use when they need to do something
Now look at all the pain from the narrow viewed assumptions
And tell me if your

Let me get it right
Ay, look, ay
Ay
Could’ve wound up reckless, playing the block like Tetris
But I got to stepping, no more sneaking no stressing

You are burned by the lust
You strayed away from the truth
Its comfortable to lie to your wrath
I'll let you face it now
Aah ahhh Ooh
Ooh ooohhh Ooh

taken out be for I end another drought 
By causing you to scream shout while I watch the mass amount 
Of those painful tears soak down deep into

pack
You think you fly get hijacked

I'm still on the rise
Not in my prime
I won't see decline
They don't wanna see me shine
Look me in my eyes
I'm

I try to run and hide but can’t seem to escape the noise
The TV plays with your mind like a child play with toys
I look around at all this

about your hometown
Bae, we fkn home now

VERSE 2
Sun up  
Done up
Baby its a run up
They tryna fuck the love up
You know 
We was gonna get the judgement

Chris count your blessings look

You know you gonna get it
Just focus on your vision 
And set your goals remember
That I'm gone be right witcha 
What you

it's over with)
Get up off your ass, stand by the door 
You lazy in the trap (you really ain't sellin' shit)
I know I'ma make it out, but lately 
I

though,
My own brand, my own man,

If you’re not talking putting your funds up,
I gotta tell man hasta luego,

Yeah,

Like Will Smith, in ‘96,
My days stay