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#2:  It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1:  Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:

of the Triss, I got closed eyelids
Like bro I can't even open my fuckin' eyes right
I feel like a plumber cuz I got that shit on me
Walk in the party with 500

I got the midas touch in my eyes a gorgon stare
Stuff the pussy full of white like a build a bear
I don't mean to be vulgar but it's in my culture, by

Apartment 223

Kool Keith

First Come, First Served

1999

like Rick Flair
Standin' by the Mobil gas station with a flamethrower
and a fuckin lawnmower, throwin big lighters at your fuel tank
I smash your face in

What? Aiyyo "it's Saturday night" and
The show flowed smoothly
Cause the attention from her eyes
They both arrived mutually
Led by the lines

what?) all day, all day

Kush smoke all I see (I see)
Eyes open, all three (All three)
Got her wetter than some Hi-C (Hoo, hoo, hoo)
On my golden dick, I'm

Ay, I'm a baller, baby, he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me,

that
All these other brothers so whack
Bitch I'm flexing on my kodak
Squad on deck until the boat crash
Yeah rep my set 217 Springfield on the map that's

Atlas Shrugged, with the multi-verse up on my shoulders
Crack boulders with the
One Inch Punch
Or, like
Ip Man
Surrounded by, ten men
I hold
The martial

Eye for an Eye 
Words By: Rick Denzien & Debra Lee
Music By Rick Denzien

You through a rock  n - I toss a bomb - Launch another missile We do each

the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled
Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely
Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett
Drop six-fo', three-wheel

2 Way Street

Slick Rick

The Art of Storytelling

1999

draws flew on the stage like tomatoes
Apparently more mack than I thought
Unfortunately wife piece back in New York
And I'm starvin
Being human and open

feel like a Kamakazi
Tippy toe, we stomp you out, we catch you tryna stop me
Third eye open, violet, golden as the Annunaki

I been golden my whole life

Open Your Eyes

Nick Lachey

SoulO

2003

do 
Let me make this clear to you 
(Open up your eyes) 
Don't be blinded by his promises 
(Open your eyes) 
The one he says isn't who he is

Sippin’ on drank, feel it messing with my health now.

No liq on me, I need more. Slid to the store, see me bust open the doors.
Sober rick stick is a bore.

Third eye open, my view like a bird's eye
Since 2012, shit been stamped I been certified
I'm a up-top brick boy, came from the Maryland side
Putting that

Watching that, watching this
Want me dead, Apocalypse
You Owen shit, I ain't talkin' Ricks
And I'm with my dogs like I'm Michael Vick
Watching that,

Ima take your glory
Ima take your spot
Ima show who's boss like Rick Ross
How's my man getting views
Your shit
Your times running out tick tock
Love

those gates
Don't grieve the spirit he's just tryna make a way
Open up your eyes, are you tired of being blind
Deny yourself so you can get the prize
It's

coming to my crib I go out like Bun B (ugh)
Rare nigga it could only be one me
I got values loyalty can't be bought with money
Tryna open up some doors I

Saab stories moving in and out the V
Eyes wide as my life flash in front of me
Paranoid still feel like somebody hunting me
They only seen a flash

Open the coco

Me I don shayo
Shayo
Girl my eyes don close ooo
Girl my eyes don close ooo
Me I don shayo
Shayo
Me I no fit see
See you
See you
Fatty

Killed by the law in Santa Fe - A bullet to his head
The blue in his eyes have turned to grey - Now Romeo's dead
On the floor with a Springfield in

Heart cold buh it feel on fire
I can't fuck wit shorty
Cause she is a liya
No same buh I can't stand by ya
Look in my eyes can't you see
That I am tired