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Timeline

Blaze Ya Dead Homie

Colton Grundy

2004

ticking in the timeline
Ticking in the

Blaze the son, was a gangsta work
He live by the gun, and died over trying to sell one
To a baby G, from a set

the funk on cruise
While you snooze Pete Rock is steady paying his dues
Putting styles on lock and making beats by the bundle
Scooping more props than Bryant

The Anthem

Souljahz

The Fault Is History

2002

handle it
If your gonna rock, man, please bring in the gentle
Can tell by your sentiment that you weren't even feelin' it
But then, oh but I didn't it

1,

Ay I'm not a rapper but I can rap like yall detriot niggas
And Ian even serious
Like I Can Deadass play around joke around and that shit will still

cock, Top of the rock
Don't smoke no rocks or whatever else u concoct
Stay cleaning a clock, Not a janitor pops But ya head I'mma mop
Bring u out ya sox,

watch the clock
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest

the stage by hisself and still rock
When your faith is in the right place see he ain't gon let you flop
You can say whatever you want (Bet you can't do it

But Keisha's got a big ole butt (c'mon)
So I'm leavin you (yeah, that's right)

I went past to Rutgers, about three o'clock
I tried to get a cutie,

the drama (yeah)
I been on the grind, makin' all the commas (yeah)
Then I got sued by my baby mama
I'm tryna find the time, show up at the court case
Man,

House That Rocked

Grandmaster Flash

Ba-Dop-Boom-Bang

1987

about what I should do
I made a sharp left turn 
And there was my crew lookin' for a Def Jam in order to rock
Because it's gonna hit the fan at 12:00

That's All She Wrote [Solo Version]

Eminem

I'm Still #1: Mixtape

2011

Unless it's Rock & Rye Cola (Faygo's cheaper)
Buy you a bag of Fritos?
I wouldn't let you eat the fuckin' chip on my shoulder
If you was bleach and I

on the block, Yayo in the coffee pot
Yayo in the rental car, I'm sold out by ten o'clock
Chicken soda, chickens flock, pimp 'em like I'm on the sky
On my third

niggaz, too scary
So they can't be around, I don't do this
For every Jesus, there must be a Judas
It's the concept of the house nigga, field nigga
The house

when you pass me by
My Maria... why Maria
Maria, gave all of my love
Now you just laugh when you pass me by
My Maria... why Maria
Ride around town in yo

by nature's author
A floral figure born from the fauna, here no longer
Had she lost her way Dived too deep submerged in her work
Or maybe did she take

Or tear your wings off
(Tear your wings off)
Turn around and say goodbye
Soaring through an endless sky
On the back of love
But you'll be alright by the end

Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small

them goose lick pictures
You fuck around and get your whole crew shot at, blaow
Dare you to pop back, under cars, cryin', tryin' to come up out that
Eric

from your thot
When she coming to my spot
She want my cock
Around the clock aye
True say I spit that
He say that she say that
You say that who say that

got to make a living
You get put on, not by a teacher nor type of religion
But by sinning and winning culture around hype creating fiction
For Im

a setting sun, hands on a clock
My love is like my whiskey, always, always on the rocks

Gotta go I gotta get it now
Been plotting on it for a minute now
Clock is stopped but we ain't finished now
We headed to the top But got no limits

a head

One step ahead
One step ahead
To being laid out
Blacked out

Don't slip 
Death lurks around every corner
Ambushed from the side 
Judging by

Listen closely to the pace of time
Marching onward nonstop
Ticks continue as it passes by
A silent, poisonous chime
Nothing about it will change
Its