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Aye yall 
This is DJ Drew 
And I'm bout to get into a new record 
By man Big Haze produced by King James  
The One 

Uh my bitches hella photogenic

can’t afford it cause it’s nonstop
Twenty-Four seven, three-sixty five is my grind, and it’s a damn crime
That it ain’t my time
I’ll get my shine
But you

to satan better keep on waiting
Thought he had me Stuck laid out on the canvas
But we got up swangin'
No light body I’m Backed by the greatest no

If the value of man is measured by sweat[00:13.14]Then you’d be a rich one, but you’re not there yet[00:19.84]You’ve tried all you can, but the Gods

it’s
Five point palm, your heart's gone, the method
Ten point program, outline the aesthetics
Eight Trigrams, decipher the dianetics
With sixty

under the same function
I overcame, when I was getting jumped in the junction
45, 50, 55, 60 coming
I'm standing all by myself
No way I'm running
I think

dream yeah
Sat by the beach, tell them pinch me yeah
I'm a beach boy like the sixties
And I got a little beach baby rocking with me yeah
She throw it in

you pay me the whole of my childhood you stole?
The future you sold to the highest bidder for a pile of gold
And I so hate the fact that I have to pay

Lombardi Trophy Back to Lambeau field Yeah!
Bart star!
One of the greatest by far
To ever play it before
Cause back then quarterbacks
Really went to war

a Murcielago
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Huh
Check my RPMs
0 to 60 in half a second
Ion even got no fans
Yet my shows still Armageddon
Veins venom
Rage in snake

Yo J, yo shit is crazy out here my nigga 
you should of came out here bro
I’m telling you if you ever need anything I got you
 
Surrounded by drug

when this pussies
Were trying to blame
Millions of comments by them and they're the same
They starting a flame, sadly they be begging for fame
And became

the time and the place
Watching the world
Pass
By
Now
It's hard not to feel like a waste
You see the look on my face
2 sixty 2
I'm off the charts
Anger never

the internet gained some vigor
Got me second guessing bitches a fasho gold digga
Fuck the whiskey got Teremana up in my jigga
Never doubt God's chosen cause they

sixty odd years later, and I still hear the sounds
Of a mother weeping softly and a freight train leaving town
I can feel the wind rush by me in the dark

for orgys 
I'm good by lonesome
Stacking money on my own son
Make a song and then roll one 
Return of hurko, now a rapper, 
With tatts and a gold gun

program giving soul food
I seen fake thugs waving arms like the lines of a polygraph test
Just to get chipped by liars that they couldn't detect
The speech

and he owes me money! 

Do you know Joan? 
She's a bank teller 
She gets it on with this husky feller 
I seen them the other day down by the YMCc 
They

For a silly gold chain by a chump (Word up)
It doesn't make you a big man (And)
To want to go out and dis your brother man
(And)
You don't know that's

the gas to a pot of gold[00:21.62]Mack em down got a lot of hoes[00:23.57]Do it big don't never fold[00:25.68]Bitch I'm Demo[00:26.99]What's

Cosby, baby
I'm inspired by Mega, I'm inspired by Cass
Everybody wins cause everybody can
Everybody raps, but not everybody can
Most of them shit, but

Twenty years old, blind date with my dad
Five months later, they were wed
Everybody said it would never last
But sixty years went by pretty fast

She could

Follow You Home

Kasey Chambers

Wayward Angel

2004

In the year of sixty two the land received a soul
A baby cried, a mother smiles,
A hero made of gold
A heart like a burning flame
Beats like

Stairway to Heaven

Rolf Harris

Stairway to Heaven

1993

onto their collective elbows 
Revert to their sixties instrumentation 
And they try again 

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold