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i'm the post
Therefore I'm getting paid
That's word to Alaska
Flow is getting cold
Like avalanches by God I'm on a roll
Anyone in my way is getting

My deeds are just bad
To the eyes that sees it
I be this and that
I no fit impress mankind
I hear them talk and I by pass
More good one bad all be bad

Fake '88

Saint Etienne

Sharks Patrol These Waters

1995

Transcribed by patrick and nicola


[sarah:]
"I am tired and I'm bored,", he said. /
"and I've got kinks in my bed. /
This work, how I hate it, I

afraid to blast my CD loud
You ain't gotta squash beef with me now
I'm just sayin' we could be pals
I ain't gonna beg you to hear me out
Here's something I

and its
Lift me up virginia
Unbothered by uncharted hits that I done authored
I learned from the streets and burdens of grief my lungs harbour
The furthest

and spicy senoritas 
 
Might catch me, in my black tee
I keep it cracking, don't dap me
If you wacky, my soldiers pack heat
Smithn, right beside me, looking

Don’t often look back fondly to my childhood pals 
Well I would but lately I just don’t recall 

And along my failing memory is a frustrating lack

of the club, you get smacked with a club!
I don’t work for my stuff so I’m fucking You up!
If you make it I’m going to take it if you got what I want.
Probably

sex sells It's alright must suck to have to fuck guys
You don't like to buy your next house
Oh well life goes on so come on by
Wait hold the fuck up I

a hurricane
Hard-hitting do you feel the pain
Don't give nf you don't need no name
She got a kid so I can't stay
Without you doesn't feel the same
Got no

the milli
Non stop with killing
If it doesn't make sense then I'm a billy
Goat that's prone to grope dough
And drive by ya city
Throwing money out the roof

the milli
Non stop with killing
If it doesn't make sense then I'm a billy
Goat that's prone to grope dough
cnd drive by ya city
Throwing money out the roof

this bitch
Don't know where I'm at or where I've been
She sitting tight right in my niche
How your bird trying to give me beak?
Got it on lock all

realer
Feel a little alone
I started bikin round town
Just to get in my zone
With the pals
I get around
I’m noticing the sounds
Round 8th grade now when

what I stand by 
Through love and some faith n family ties 
Give what you can for those 'fore you die 
Now I'm a man 
Hope this don't make me cry 
Lookin

said, I don’t have the attitude to fool around
I’ll smoke this beat, turn the track into a hookah lounge
My dangerous addiction like a pack of cancer

for bookmarks in my hymnal
You can tell somethings off cuz when I see thumbs up I don't think swell job
I think damn
I just lost my place

women what I'm into
Crown a king I must lead cause I'm so cool
Got a dime by my side and she fine
Yeah yeah
When I leave she don't hate she know the time

Ever since some chick asked if I was signed by Wahlburger's I been done wit' it (stupid bitch)
But Marksy, that's my brethren, so don't call me with

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Aloha ludzie nie ma rapu bez emocji!

Now I'ma do it from el Corazón when I rep my culture
For all my people in the real life hustles

might feel

I don’t know, but I’ve been told a little pressure goes far…too far

this pressure, can’t relax

my ring my precious, mad to the max

my pal

Slackin on the intro, detectives searching in the night 
Loud hairy arab, a pal I seen, he fit the type 
6 foot fuck you, my height resides in sacred

out here acting like they made it,
Hoes hit my line they aint seen a n**** lately,
OB is you riding or is you too famous,

Yo,

No,

I don’t know,

What You Need

The Fall

Fiend with a Violin

1996

How can I? How can I? How can I? 
Get up, make a buck 
Get up, make a buck 
My race was bred on hash
My race was bred on hash
Get up, make