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Bust a Slug

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

condoms, 2 dice and 1 bag of dope
Ooh, Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Decon is a pimp, you could tell by his ice
Mother Parks said, "Brother

a plumber if you need some pipe
I'm strapped up wit a mic, dildoing a dike
Twenty-three flows a get you served like a fucking spike 
Handling these bars

Sally
By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (who did it?)
Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (verb)
Xrp, we're tryna let

Life Goes On

AZ

Decade 1994-2004

2004

served daylight, but it ain't happen
Rappin' to myself 'cause it wasn't no one to rap to
This villain came to me like 'somebody lookin' at you'
'Cause

desert 
Striving for the life that we deserve 
I remember sleeping on the curb 
Now I’m in the burbs

Waitin on the first and the third 
Just to get served

days had an onion
Another week pass by, a quarter from the runnin'
So I take a quarter to the corner store and cop some Funions
That's my only treat,

I don't like it (x4)

I spread some butter on my bread and it fell on the ground. The washer right by my bedroom and I can't sleep from the sound

the best 
Hard to keep my mind in check
Dormant trauma’s dangerous 
So hard to let her in and I know she hates it 
The music under my skin, it feels amazing

why they get so jelly
Feel like makaveli, live by words that's tattooed on my belly
I used to make plays in my old days in parking lots at Denny's
You

got sally
She want to fuck so she calling me daddy
Got links they tryna fuck
We pick em up we aint sending the addy

I better duck when I run into who

and leave shells by your house, yeah
Now the cops is out
Cause I served more shells than a pasta house
Your bitch want me now my cock is out
Got her sucking

Freestyle

The Dove Shack

This Is the Shack

1995

served, with that dope shit
when I come with that muthafuckin shit
that leave you hung by the rope
by top, got that funky funky fuckin funkin fuckin style

Long Island Degrees

De La Soul

Stakes Is High

1996

confetti
It's like that, y'all, but that's all gots to change
Like some of my own, people tend to act strange
I'm making a scene and it's served with it's

think I'm tryna tax
Fresh as hell, just like the dopeman but I never served me a pack (at all)
I never hate on the next man, cuz I'm way too worried bout

Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yeah

Best rapper in Africa yeah I'm really popping
Niggas really asking why I'm being so cocky
You should ask your sister why

I never claimed to be perfect
I got my flaws too
I smile in the face of hate and rejection I floss through
Like mouthwash baby
I'm growing

Stomach growl, it's served with sandwich by the loaf
Sugar water, ain't no Kool-Aid, we can grow

Ain't no order, pops gone, mama smoke
Raised by my uncles

Bluffin we gone crush em like a lays chip
I dont do no relationships
Hoes know that I hate that shit
Yu know your shit was only soundin better when your

Don't get it fucked up, I don't lie, I won't dare
Yeah I just cut and I dyed my hair
I know that some gon hate and yeah, I'm aware
But guess what,

Birdie Brain

The Fiery Furnaces

Blueberry Boat

2004

my wedding gown.
I was drinking by the Des Plaines River when the naught of night
Served for making me shiver and me the squirrels would hold hands

'm turning red, I honestly hate that seafood
Lobsters and garlic bread, served with a side of pea soup
And head
Stayin' to myself I'm not looking for friends

stopped, that's by any means
I just want the bread like a grocery store section
I'm a run it up, came through with a mob of hecklers, yeah
We worked

Five Nights of Bleeding

Linton Kwesi Johnson

Dread Beat an' Blood [Virgin Frontline]

1978

Served by a cruelin' fighting
Five nights of horror and of bleeding
Broke glass, cold blades as sharp as the eyes of hate
And the stabbin', it's
War

strong.
Yeah God was the word I hope you capture this.
And yeah the enemy hate it so they’ll come after this.
I’m just been chosen by God above to come