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In one line, a 3rd of earth and waters are gone
Check my vocal, more hotter than sun in Alcapulco
Normany inequite splitter, and ignorance get rid of
I
in the worst place
All I had was beastie boys and third bass
I'm the dude who always come down in 3rd place
Until I heard the story of Your Life
Christmas Eve
You can say there’s no such thing as Santa Claus, but as for me, I believe, believer
Wish you a Merry Christmas, wish you a Merry Christmas
I
I'm windy city 2-20, anybody chin checker
3rd floor lake grove, 35th in leather gloves
With the snub nose, complex born and raised
And under siege every
the 3rd degree
Ain't afraid to admit it, cause I seen niggas worse than me
Who am I to judge a man when I'm a man myself
In the dark, trying to get me
the recordings I have made - try
Capo on 3rd or 4th fret
Gay Street, High Street, Main Street
Jefferson Lane, Governor's Way
Cardinal Street, it's all so gay
Oak, Willow, 1st, 2nd, 3rd over and over
Where's
the next one to make it big
Milo Case they gon know the kid
She ask me why I speak in 3rd person
Cause the flow take me out of body bih
I'm rubbing on your
Rubber band on rubber band who got the budget
Coming to you live from the 3rd got her ass looking light
Did you lie won't you twerk it's my California
to come down
Yeah, playa worldwide 3rd coast all day
Mississippi wheel connected everywhere
Mind 4eva N a Day, forever how forever anyway
You know how
suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in
a jelly roll, ask that killa Lil Bland
Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n the land
Commin' up on hoes, tellin' them to jump in the van
Mommy please
Flex only, flex only, aye aye
Flex only, flex only, aye aye
Treat this rap game like a melee (boy)
Ain't no such thing as a vacay (boy)
Flex only,
It's the KMD ? g fills
Which builds up the fence for the fibs you're sprayin'
My ace is in the hole
So what you playing
"KMD and 3rd bass is just
Dope Boy, Lil E, Big Mook
Me and Foots in my truck with the burners out
When you was on 3rd St., and ain't wanna squeeze
Pillow talking with your
talk in sign language, ya'll don't deserve words
I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd
Stop lyin' lie for what
Steer a whip, drive it up, steer
the rhyme-ass trickster or outcast
of intellect, I wreck shit with my own sect
The ace in the hole, I'm the Derelict of Dialect
..
[MC Serch]
3rd Bass, but not
III. / 3rd Part (13:24 - 23:17)
this next piece are spoke words from the song by an older man
speaking of past memories. this is also written in out
understand atleast I did whats best for me
Don Parious:
My selfish ways got me paid, other things got me laid
If I look both ways, i'll see the stars
3rd
okk the 3rd k in the sheets
Like white men was aiming to pick out a tree
Then tying me up
Kick the chair from my feet
Fear for my son
While we out
wait to get back to you Oh......I'm Thinking Bout U
(Verse 2)
No Question why I Love you Hon-Hon,
Your Stacked like the chick from 3rd Rock From
and lushing
Black narcissus returning back
Build it for 3rd attack
No one outta here
Going gentle tonight
It's burning all white
Love moves on, air goes on
I
at the parties and talked ish and
Was hawkish with
Was dudes from Sherman park to 3rd street
Especially around 24th and capitol, near Rufus King
I was literally
heard herb
Should talk in sign language, y'all don't deserve words
I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd
Stop lyin' lie for what
Steer a whip,
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