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Far Out

Tech N9ne

The Gates Mixed Plate

2010

niggas like a storm hit
I'm headed for money and I'm sure of it, important
You know that I am dumb fresh, super fly, stupid high
Around business like

i’ve been doing it for life
On every occasion i’m coming in fly
Hop on the beat and you know how I get down
Been popping my shit since the year that I

to you and sip this pink chardonnay like

Pink chardonnay all over my white tee
It's alright I jus need ya right by me
And we think the same she act jus

lapped yo
Made it by the skin of my teeth I ain't got no plaques though
I was lost for a while now i know where Im at though
You ain't living it you

anything for me
For me, for me
When I call you by your name
Gently come and take my hand
You're the girl I never had
Rainbow on your pretty face
If we meet

run it by the sound
Now she wanna get wit' me
Y'all better run and jot it down
If yo lady pretty then watch her
Lose her, got it, found aye
Put ya money

that's a deadeye
Wasn't born in the town like a white guy
Gotta wake up and grind for the deadlines
They was rolling their weeds
We added miles

my mood been nice for what
Hit up Drake, In the states, Fly to Six, be on top Like
That's the One
That's the One, my guy my guy my guy said
That's

thanks for the management
For the family
For the mandem 
The pretty women anchoring
The States, UK and Canada
The wine flowing
It fill a canal in Panama

Letter from KKK

Bushwick Bill

Little Big Man

1992

Would a brother down south ever go for that shit?
(Hell no, the muthafuckas gotta go)

They're claimin that they're winnin
And pretty soon they'll go

and life sucks
But we didn’t know why
Hell, all I knew then
Was that I was pretty fly
For a white guy
On my way to the dojo
Stop and kick it with the locals

a Supervillain)
I root for the bad guys with the evil eyes
Fists in the sky
Screaming die, die, die! and I
(I'm a Supervillain)
I root for the bad guys
The sick

Family Reunion

Hitchcock

Mood Muzik, Vol. 3: The Album

2008

like instant messenger
You've got mail nah nigga you got shells
And my Mac you can't use for iChat
A guy that confused that will lie flat
And my gat

wasn't off a bean
Fuck a white bitch, yeah she put it on me
Break her back like KitKat, made the bitch scream
Get caught by the feds, wont say shit, nah
In

to either fly or die
Or ride and cry
Just get on the magic carpet and set sail for the sky
Take a ride, man
And then call up the genie that the world has been

enough convo for 24
I peep'd you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancin' like GoGo, hey

And you are unforgettable (unforgettable)
I need

I'm so fly 
He tried to dap me off, I don't know guy 
Push start the whip just watch how I blow-by 
I know I made it when I rap on lo-fi 
My bitch bad,

Lately I been getting real tired of the bad guy
Attitude you fronting all the damn time
You know I'm a a real one for you, and you damn right
So how

Butterfly Kisses

Bob Carlisle

Shades of Grace

1996

There's two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven
And she's daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She

to my guy on a fly
And the guy that sells to the guy on the left
And I probably sell to the guy on the right
This line's so long I could peddle white

color, clarity, and cut. By applying their made up standards to their new find, they could sell sh*tty Soviet diamonds for the same amount as their bigger

Good lookin', so refined
Say wouldn’t you like to know whats
Going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don’t pop my cork for every guy

just stand by
Cause you know I'm not the same
Man I'm too fly
Man I'm too fly

Got that all white suit, I'm basically that guy
My team stay mad cute,

over everything my brother taught me that
Smokin only weed, never thought of doin crack
Chasin money by the bags, for my safety got a gat
Smokin good