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are Lord of all
And the worlds were framed by Your very words
You spoke into existence unseen things

Hebrews 11:4
Today, like Abel, I offer

have not given you a spirit of fear
But of power, love and of a sound mind
Keep your head up Ya'shar'al
Fore joy comes in the morning

with the latter, the haters gone try to scavenge
Never knew that your gift could be cursed, fear for my talent
So I tell my girl I love her like fifty

Untouchable

Eminem

Untouchable

2017

for shoes
Fuck your Republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta

beams and creams couldn't embellish it
Smoothness of your hues proof you in tune with the elements
Truly we're enthused at being blessed with your

Hell on Earth (Front Lines)

Mobb Deep

Eastside

2003

bosses and take hostage 

Your whole setup from the ground up we lock shit 
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics 
Switch to killer instincts for

for publicity
You and Mick couldn't mix your written and spit good as a pic of me
Stop it or sit with the doc or quit with the hickory dickory
This

a spastic-ass crack-addict claiming to take his last hit
Your blue balls fit firmly in the cock-pit, of all your dog-shit bought by the public

But not me bitch

All Me

Drake

Nothing Was the Same [Best Buy Exclusive]

2013

real
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real

I touched down in '86, knew I was the man by the age

What Up?

Pimp C

The Naked Soul of Sweet Jones

2010

what's up? 
Legends, what's up? 
Just love me baby just love me baby 
Yeah (yeah)
To all my Houston Texas country muffins 
Baby let me hit that liquor

and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They

where I love
I gotta fly when I run
I'm the one, chosen

Passed Go
Spook by the door
Last low was last low
I get more
True core is power from your source

And I was raised in the country not the city
Bruv so I'm stabbing up cheese
Never people blood

Because we need some love
We need it like a drug

slow
Rollin' with your posse is the only way to go
The girlies by the college were lookin' for a ride
We tried to pick 'em up, but we had no room inside

on blitz
Thought you niggas was the shit
Why you acting like a bitch?
Pop a bottle for your chick
Now she caught up in the glitch
True winners never quit

said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no

What You Call That

French Montana

Coke Boys 4

2014

(Four Kings)
(Coke Boy baby)

Yeah
What
If you gotta ask a nigga, "what you call that?"
Obviously you can't afford that, boy

Look at my

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin

Havana Syndrome

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy

a man? Or nah?
Can a nigga get a lap dance?
Or nah?

I ain't really got plans tonight
"I'm tryna have a party without pants tonight"
"Mix your plans, your

a drink King, Dusse no ice just to be clear 

Running from my problems to a bottle
Stressin cause i can't afford to live

Will you sell your soul for

You just spit on me
Fuck you to the law
You gon have to come find me Physically
Round of applause for your Attempt you failed miserably
For all you

and soul
To you
Since the day I learned
I have understood
Held you in my mind, not my arms

But you see me now
Love for you is pure
Let me hold you now

Fuck my health need real-estate
Need that coast out by the way
I know that I been a pimp
Way to bvmmy for the drop
They gon love me till I'm him
Till I'm