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live alone my world has no intruders
Just like westside wrists I be dancing around all you losers
Don't care if you thrice my age I can't be paged by

Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad

Redman

The Coming

1996

gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings

games I'm out that door
Seven, eight
Only rollin with this nine by my side
So fuck I need a dime piece for
Eleven
Pillow talkin to that other nigga like

it's a whole lot to risk
Alcohol Anonymous, who's the busiest loser?
Heated by the rumors, read into it too much
Fiendin' for some true love, ask Kim,

first game and Im feelin all explosive
Call me Mr propane Boom
I let it go but this aint frozen
Chosen by the Og to kick the fucking doors in
They better

marching three by three
The little one stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching down to the ground to get out of the rain
Boom boom boom

The ants go

third wheel one
By a random
Please don't

3am I'm dying
3am I'm flying
3am I'm crying
3am I miss you the most
R.i.p. the old J
Lily by the door way
R.i.p.

Coded Language

Saul Williams

Amethyst Rock Star

2001

of 3 buckets of water and a hand full
of minerals, thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down
supply the percussion factor of forever.
If

[Starting Verse]
Down in Dixieland, where the spirits high
Alabama country, beneath that southern sky
Melodies playin', on an acoustic guitar
Singin'

Chorus
And I - I see the fireflies.
And I - I can't stop running.
And I - I'm down by friendly fire.
And I - I can't stop wondering.

Bridge
I know that

with me
Trappin' and traffickin' work through the city
We at his house and we came with a ladder
Might kick in his door, but it really don't matter

to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so

Middle Road

Gathering Field

Lost in America

1996

acoustic guitar 
DAVE BROWN: electric guitar 
ERIC RIEBLING: bass 
RAY DEFADE: drums 
JOHN BURGH: hammond b3, piano

to pass me down his short, and
Maybe see me over if he sure, but if he ain't then I ain't trippin
Now I cant sleep if the box got only just 3 in it
What if

Bottom to the top I'ma burn this place down
20K in the brief case, that's a keepsake
You ain't seen Keys or the click in like three days
Okay
Come

Man's Best Friend

Lords of Acid

Our Little Secret

1997

childhood in the good ol' days
Deep in the night, tears in her eyes
She gets down on losers by the dashboard lights
No one to cling to, nobody cares
Cause

We'll Kill U

The Lonely Island

Turtleneck & Chain

2011

You're just a loser, you'd get raped in jail

We're just two guys
Who have a death wish

Screw trial by twelve, we'll be carried by six
Like
Bowm,

3 cups of hen and I'm on one
Came with one bitch but want all of 'em
Let's ball or somthin'
(Shit, what they lip read?)
My dick and balls or somethin'

Put on my slippers walk out the front door
It's the GLC everybody lets go
One two three to the four 
I wear my Pyjamas when I goes down the store
Put

“I'm No Hank Williams” by Corey Smith from the CD “Hard-Headed Fool”

I got a foot in the door, and one in the rain
I'm standing on the threshold

of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,

Whoa whoa whoa whoa (3x's)
 
Runaway lets runaway I don't think I can wait another day


Written by Lorrie Harden and Tommy Harden
Lorrie Hardenvocals

the things that
really answer in your brain
Or if youre sharing any sympathy
For people you cause pain
By the way you talk about your problems 
I know its not

Lil Snupe, I probably cop a four door I probably cop a coup
Rest in peace Lil Snupe, I probably cop a four door I probably, yea
I'm 27 now and yea