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Cooling, venting, chewing at what supposed
To break me down
Got that
Locked in
Cocking in at my brain
College ain't no better way
Summers bought my interface

Wicked Ways [Clean]

Eminem

The Marshall Mathers LP2 [Clean] [Deluxe Edition]

2013

I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell

I'm getting by

hear it, listen, buy it, steal it
I still gon' get my fucking percentage
I cuss a lot 'cause, bitch, I'm serious
Young no beard, get soup
Like gumbo

can't stop
Keep on climbing all the way to The top
No i don't love you
Baby girl you a thot
Just get on ya knees 
And give me that top
Not sentimental
Get

use my brain man, that's how I gotcha 
Venus to my trap, right where I want ya
Hate to see me rap, yeah it's too taunting
Don't think like that cause

The Watchers

B.o.B

No Genre

2011

and demons and ghosts
But shh, hold up Bob, Don't go there
You know that they watching, they all see and stare but
They can't stop me, I'm already there

started to join him, but for a while now he has to curse it by himself
For I got two feet and a few whiny brain cells, they need to learn they're not

face
We've already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watchin', no one saw a thing
It

deinen Kopf, Optik Scientology
I got the Remy, man, Tom Cruise, meint grad, es is wirklich einfach
Tanz den Kaas, bis deine Schädeldecke abfällt und du

deinen Kopf, Optik Scientology
I got the Remy, man, Tom Cruise, meint grad, es is wirklich einfach
Tanz den Kaas, bis deine Schädeldecke abfällt und du

stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
They gated me off, by Hendrix while he

Bring It Out of Me

Pacewon

Won

2002

You know the smoke can bring it out of me
You know the smoke can bring it out of me, uh
You know the smoke can bring it out of me

Yo, no better

a Harley (oh shit)
I'm just tryna to smoke a blunt, no Bacardi
Doin' a buck eighty in my new 'Rari (vroom)
Roll up, spark up, like I'm Bob Marley
Get high

No, I need to do this by myself
I told you twice already exactly how I felt

I'm the best rapper ever, I don't wanna be great
If they're the best,

Tom Barrett? More like Tom Beretta
Cause he shoots all his shots, he's a go getter
F. O. A. P., that's Frakes on a Plane
The founder of NamesCon, he's

Tak nemusíš vytvárať profily
A vypisovať komenty jak no name
Keby si okay
Tak nemáš 30 a nebývaš
V tom byte u rodičov v hosťovskej
Keby si okay

car bitch, so we got a red key
This ain't no regular grand Cherokee
Niggas be so tom with all that damn foolery
My nickname is bob with all this damn

an eye, yeah
Eye for an eye
Eye for an eye
Eye for an eye, yeah
Eye for an eye, yeah
No pain so I maintain
Pop champagne
You're a brain drain
Chicken like

Gunshowers

Ghostface Killah

Sour Soul

2015

spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come

Jerry Garcia
Steve Earle, Jay Farrar and Bob Weir
Ramblin' Jack, Tom Paxton, Sonny Walker
But Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker

boys on the brain
Mother Nature made a man hurricane
Get your umbrellas
Get your umbrellas
It's raining fellas
It's raining fellas

Well,

With my guy in the Box Chevy
He got a job, used to move rock steady
Windows shaking when the bass drop heavy
Nigga driving like he the black Tom

and a spliff big like Bob Marley - (Ting mad pawdy)

No need no club key we party pon we grung G
Hookup a box fullup a table and it complete
Da zone ya no gun

to church (no, no)

I admit it, admit it (I)
I admit it, I did it (I)
I admit it, I did (I)
I admit it, I did, did it

I admit I got so many flaws