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Before she is misbehaves and she Choke me
Black raves out of blue feed me into a slaughter machine
Bit by bit her sweet speeches like honey
Enough to draw

Let me try to discomfort you
Let the others do same things with you
We'll see who's failing
And who's doing fine
You like competitions
I know it

approaching
The R rates increasing a graph that is sloping
Then came tiers crocodile tricks by alligator peers
All Caps died but we cried at the end of the year

Triple Beam Dreams

Nas

Rich Forever

2012

It's time to take you to the other side
The side you gotta watch your A&E cable television for homie
But we live this shit
I'm not a star, well

cause I calculated the math of our birthdates
And I had a head start out of the start gate, two years plus eighty-six days, but that all went to waste
Oh,

fucking on six bitches, got feelings for several
I’ll prolly be fifty nine by the time that I settle
Feeling the blues, feeling the blues
A million lives,

(Râhoola:) A quarter million years ago near the shores of Wáng-Montòor,
there dwelt one giant catfish who struggled to endure.
His strength was so

shines a pretty blue
"I read that love was meant for two"
Romance sparks the caliginous night
Another try for the million eyes

There's a tenuous line

monstrosity
I was led by the sheep
Became a shepherd For the weak
I stand against the elite
It's a billion us so what's it gonna be
A million streams ain't shit

Love's Gonna Get'cha (Material Love)

Boogie Down Productions

Best of Hip Hop [Priority]

1992

a lil' something like this 

I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's

Irish Rover

The Tossers

Communication & Conviction: Last Seven Years

2001

And they called her the Irish Rover

Well we had one million bags of the best Sligo rags,
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million bails

So you hide away
And never tell
You say the darkness
Knows you well
A lesson of love
All that it was
I need you to see
You got that power over me
My

the vibes, said he bringin' all the bitches
Shit get sticky, gotta keep my blicky (bling-bloaw)
Extra blue cheese and extra guac' 
I'm part

help
But for now all we have in millions, millions of light-years is millions and millions of heartbeats
And I think it's worth holding on for, well

the mountains and through the forests
The deep blue sea, the pale blue sky
Through all the wonders of all creation
We'll be together side by side

And if

to build
Relationships with amazing people, speak to
Amazing people call Elon Musk
Out of the blue, or call
Obama out of the blue…he
Calls the home phone, by

corrupt
Nation in the world
35 years old that's what that nation is now
Here's America, 226 years old 30 years ago
Black folk got the right to
Vote you're

Sell My Old Clothes, I'm off to Heaven [Previously Unreleased Track]

Saves the Day

Another Year on the Streets

2000

eyes?

Well, I'll give you a thousand reasons that tonight 
You should grant me this one wish.
Like the one year of my life that I gave to you

painted by a man you knew,
someone you dated in '82
An autographed picture of Junior Wells
I didn't even know you liked soul that well
Three pieces of paper

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

thing I've lived by
And it's so real"
Never though a million years I would blow up
Be the one that carries the
Hood on the shoulder
And I'm the CEO, call

The Ballad of Cradle Rob and Me

Teena Marie

It Must Be Magic

1981

the cradle-No-Cradle Rob and me

Rob and me lived on the same block
He's kinny garden
I in knee socks
He goin' play doctor over by the docks

Robbin'

Lullaby

Wang Chung

To Live and Die in L.A.

1985

And all the familiar shapes
We can drive all night
We can stop in a field
Hear the starlight
Traveling for millions of years

Sing a lullaby to the night

a lil' something like this 

I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's