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Call of Da Wild

OutKast

Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik

1994

empty
No words as I serve with my Southern dialect, so I get respect
Don't call me T, it's a T thing with a G swing
Let my nuts hang down to the flo' main

go so you movin’ slow
Since a youngin’, I been gettin’ dough
Never smoked before
Now i’m bouta teach her how to roll
Get her in her mode smoke it by

father figures
And that's the way that Wish got shot by Krayzie, it's karma niggas
I put you in garage mode, mobster, the shots fly
These niggas don't

WEIGHT

BROCKHAMPTON

iridescence

2018

shorty gave me cold signs
I was writing poems 'bout a dog and study hard
And she was mad 'cause I never wanna show her off
And every time she took her

degrees mine again, mine again

Was it all worth it? Is Africa really ours?
This mine got me thinking
All this death and destruction
Let's not forget about

Fuck it, I'm with it, let's get it
This nigga and niggress and Bentley valeting in Lenox
Man, I'm a villain, we chilling
So I'm never chilling, I

miss the way she fuck me
Turned me back to savage mode none of these hoes can love me
I put this ice all on your limbs girl I never meant to freeze your

cryptic, grab it, can I take this packin

Hustle hard for fam, I'm gonna make it happen
A lot of shit been crashing down on me right now
Can't let them fuck

and negative the world turns round
Merrily merrily spare me the disparity
Do you live by your actions
Do you live by your word
Do you live in one with

made mistakes
I pushed you down you pushed me up
I don't think I could love again
Unless you made your way back home
I let my body float away
I wish it

She's Feelin' Me

Choobakka

My Time

tell just by the way you speak to me
That your to be the one that changed my world
Id never thought there'd be a day
Where I would find a brother

Dogghouse in Your Mouth

Mix Master Spade

Duces n' Trays: The Old Fashioned Way

2001

time was torn

'cause if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit
I bought you somethin' too, what's mine is yours
But now you'd rather bring me down

And I'm running up the paint
Keep telling me there's no way
No, I don't want you to stay
I can tell that you're fake

With my gang, I pull up, let it bang

Boss mode
Count it with my eyes closed (Count it)
One toke
Take me to the cosmos (Ooh!)
In my bag made a milly I don't split a check (Never ever)

Yeah, let's go, uh, uh, you hear me, yeah, let's get it, yeah, yeah
I said, smokin' on this straight, and it's warm I can't even hear her, slap

like it thick uh
Thicker then a snicker
Just gotta keep her in that big figure
Never wanna switch up
I could never give up
I like it when she stroke me

Where Are You Now My Son

Joan Baez

Where Are You Now, My Son?

1973

(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die

you high
I'm all about good vibes
Let me show you why
My body under construction tear
Down these walls
I got a lil Vicky secret
No drawls

We request

never Bend me

I told you bitches 


This verse for the only Soul that made me whole

Spirits intertwined

Egos left behind

I miss Her so

Beyond

like a atm
Me and Haiti play to win
Now we got these niggas stayin' in
Cuz when it rain its gon' rain again
Never let up
Shoot it out or we can catch

are not legit
They tell me life is a bitch I got it suckin' on this D eyy
She lets me hit it from the rear and she splits
I mean you can feel her

chosen,
To bleed and die for me,

Metaphor, for how I be,

My heart was murdered violently,

You never gave me no closure,

The only son, of Hyacinth,

In

stop us now 'cause the demons reborn again
My praise, the first power found me so I could never cower
Without a mind for murder but the bible couldn't

the streets of California

Where they call me
K the Recipe
Vendor B
Great bread

You will see
I'm going down into the bay
Let the groove lead the way
And take