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with some bullshit
There's no limit to what can happen
As the peace barrier has
Been broken by ignorance

People find themselves impaled in
Hell and it's

I'm a lyricist
Of unbeknownst intelligence
unimpressed by uninspired analytics
When you're cliche ridden
All the tropes are unsurprising
Tides are

call yerself a second mate,
An' cannot tie a bowline;
You cannot even stand up straight
When the packet she's a rollin'.
Collected, I believe, by A. L.

9 to 5s both sides so one day they finally got out the hood
By then he was only like seven
Already been raped and molested
At the hands of a couple

mother telling me they looked like frosted shredded wheat
I recall the rainy days, runoff making muddy fountains
Pondering if deluge, would still be

Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for

New York, New York

Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five

The Best of Sugar Hill

1995

But I'm down by law and I know my way around

Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha) 
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!

A castle

Hey Mama

Nas

Late Registration [Clean]

2005

like?
Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right
It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday
For me to just call and say (hey mama)

(Hey

Hey Mama

Kanye West

Freshmen Adjustment

2005

what kind of s-type donda west like
Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right
It don't gotta be mother's day, or your birthday, for me to just

are living like kings
And these days will last forever
Cos sailors from Africa, China and the Archipelago of Malay
Jump ship ragged and penniless into

of the upstairs windows
Because we are living like kings
And these days will last forever

Cos sailors from Africa, China and the archipelago of Malay
Jump ship

Rick James, The man can sang
I don't like life, but I can't complain
All day, they running my name
I bought some whole grain, fifteen seconds of fame

Seven! (Where the fuck is the weed?)
Seven, you got the weed?
Yo, is the weed here? Seven
Anchor, I want you to "beat Seven down"
Yeah, no problem

I yelled at my mother
Down bad while high, the tree made me slumber
I fell asleep for too long, was molested by a brother
Five stories, now, my feet

Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn

She had to inherit
Causing resentment
Due to the lack of her mother's presence
Every chance she gets to get away
She grabs it in a second
Her friends

split
By some nigga she let in the house
I was 7 when I learned my first lesson bout sexing 
From the magazine collection underneath the couch
I was 8

those who weren't proud of you 
Appreciated by those who pretended to
Tell my mother I love and miss her too
I hope she made peace with what she's going

my mother kept a roof over my head
And she kept me fed
Most important thing my mama ever told me
Is to depend on the Lord and myself second
So when

and him there alone
Some days my mother takes her out for her shopping 
And on the way back for a 60cent cone

She thinks it's the greatest thing she's had

Change The Story

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

New Waves

2017

here no more
Because in my mind
At any second you'll come through the door
It's all in my mind
I see you waiting on this merry go
Cause I know in

A-Rod blues Bell Music by the way
LaGuardia High School representing
New York U, Clive Davis 2-0-2-0
We ain't nothing new bro straight up, check

6 Foot 7 Foot

Lil Wayne

6 Foot 7 Foot

2010

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat,

A mother's shrill cry pierced the gloomy night
It was supplication to the Substantiate beings
They responded with a firm bellow of thunder