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Don't stop the beat no don't stop the beat
Just move your feet yeah just move your feet
Don't stop the beat I said don't stop the beat
Just move your

I pray for an ordinary life
A remedy or someone by my side
And I don't care no, I don't care
How much pain I've been dealing all this time
You've

to be confronted
TLC, creep up on the beat
When I move my feet, Check 1, 2, 3
You kids are weak and I read your bluff
While I roll my substances
I bring

Preachin' to the Quiet

Public Enemy

New Whirl Odor [CD/DVD]

2005

or die tryin times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by tv
3 generations of fatherless women
We drownin instead of swimmin
This ain't what

Hardball [Edit]

Lil Wayne

Hardball

2001

Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, this ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (So So

done poetry
Done it by myself man i been thru no coaching
With fashion and style man im stepping like an OG 
(Fashion and style)
Believing this my time

7-1-3

Lil' Flip

Undaground Legend [Bonus CD]

2002

[Lil'Flip]

Lil' Flip
Represent
7-1-3

Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip

Money over hoes (that guap) 3 way nigga
I got niggas throwing 4s (3 way 4 way)
I got problems
I got niggas dead and gone (all my niggas)
I got young

it up, potnah tell me who ya see
Young J-O-C, yeah that's me
Twenty-eight G's, on my feet twenty-three's

[Chorus]

[Outro]
I'm on that Patron, so gone

Guess I been being to lax 
Must've of thought wall pressing back 
Everything written been facts 
A black king no time for you jacks 
Seems you been

ya nigga, Im plantin' my feet
Fah Fah Fah Fah, A young nigga deceased
We used to take shit down
We ain't mean no harm, We was just tryna eat
Now i

don't stop, no need makin' amends
Our time, can you hand me the pen?
3 months, we laid out the road map
Tons of words sittin' in the Notes app
Should I

don't stop, no need makin' amends
Our time, can you hand me the pen?
3 months, we laid out the road map
Tons of words sittin' in the Notes app
Should I

Krazy

2Pac

The 7 Day Theory

1996

the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say (Thug Life, baby!)

Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

of the rings 

Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3 

But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting

Only pour red i do not do the green 

Only want bread i do

and I'm here right now
No role models to speak of
Searchin' through my memory, my memory
I couldn't find one
Last night I was gettin' my feet rubbed
By

and I'm here right now
No role models to speak of
Searchin' through my memory, my memory
I couldn't find one
Last night I was gettin' my feet rubbed
By

losing then you losing if you winning you win.
I aim to knock these nigguhz out so I swing for the chin.
See my circles much smaller than what you all saw

feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta

As time goes on (Hello?, hello?)
Your talk keeps getting smaller (Hello?, hello?)
As Childish lives in his short shorts,
He got no time for your

know that I’m gettin' it
These raps ain’t visions bitch
I’m already livin' it, yeah

Badmon, Bad one, three time!

Ay, let me get it back
Let me catch

Fart 1, Fart 2, Fart 3
They're long streams of pure poetry, formed by as many searchable keywords as possible
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Every

OK-pain hit me I'm hollerin'
Affected by mental health and gang violence
Trauma got me up now my tears fallin'
Shoulda listened when the saints said

Young