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false poets get done
One by one, by one by one

You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers, false poets get

by day
So if you think you're different
You're probably gay no hetero
All my philosophy comes from Nintendo
Always thought I sucked
Found out that I

Still post up round street
By now it’s all obvious to me
Been round places, regular basis
No matter what won’t leave
Yeah me I might get new places

or wrong place
Now look at all the open endings
Followed my head instead of my heart
Watched my fairy tales fall apart
This ain't what I was expecting
Now

on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my

on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my

walking down a path
It was night and the place was so dark
The lion stepped on a thorn and he roared
He was in sharp pain not well deserved
Ouch my paw

is you I wanted by my side
I’m sorry, I prolly didn’t catch the last train to your city
Guilt trippin’, the way I done made you cry a lot
Yet we could

said this before in this same interview
I think, my, my job is to somehow make them curious enough
Or persuade them by hook or crook
To get more aware

dumb pricks wanna see me leave but we're staying
I need to drop my album for the streets, what we saying
Let me drop it for the people
Heard the first

is gone, oh
Come back to my place

And you call it what you want
But I'm calling it opportunistic
So welcome one and all

'Cause I got light,

Of things, that become
Like compartmentalized
Like crystallized environments for you to
Create i don't know, micro-versions of
Yourself, or subversions

the mold
By any mean necessary Malcolm in his prime
Messianic verses turning water into wine
A martyr for my people put my body on the line
Here to open up

Yellow Brick Road

Eminem

Encore

2004

to stop by and check us out sometime
He looked at me like I'm out my mind 
Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme"
I spit out a line

this version is slightly different from the album version

[Bass-D *singing*]
I, got a feeling
I, got a feeling potnah
I, got a feeling
That sandwich

The Kenny Parker Show

Boogie Down Productions

Edutainment [Edited]

1990

My man Willie Willie Willie D 
Taggin up BDP with a fat marker 
And this is what's on today's charter 
Ha hah hah 
All the ladies in the place

among the crowd but high up there in the thundercloud
The only place where all my emotions can be let free and run wild like my dreams
I'm sick of myself

Clip Up (Reloaded) [Bonus Track]

Sheek Louch

Donnie G: Don Gorilla

2010

lights
I'm a wolf, black version of Twilight
These rap nigger's too thick, they make a plight
This is a rap sticker, I heard your album
But like

Therapy dropped
Few people barely bought the album, plus the deluxe version would flop
Close friends would say the shit was incredible
So I would go release

What U Mean

Webbie

Savage Life, Vol. 4

2013

of the street.
What it gonna be?
If you got it on your mind,
I don't really don't need it,
The place and the time,
I'm from the army,
You and me, we play

that's stopping Robing
Cops don't bother unless it's hands up
But by then ya mans stuck 
Or ya mans is dead bruh 
I won't be that guy sitting 
Minding mine

clothing
Giving me a bed—a place to rest my head
Food to feed my belly
At times I struggle like for really
Your love is healing as a band-aid—word to Nelly

Cowboy lips are all right, all right by me
Strap me on a pair of lips and I'll leave you be
High in the saddle, my Chapstick in hand
Through snow and wind

everything by hand
With books and wells
We could color with crayons
We could put together puzzles
We could read about triumphs
We could read about struggles