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Lost in the Stars

Venerea

Losing Weight Gaining Ground

that didn't sing
He held his breath for you, that's something that I can't do
That bird didn't know a sad song and when I whistled one he flew along
I

'Bout That Time [Main]

Large Professor

Bout That Time

2000

It's 'bout that time
Woo, yeah, aha, aha, you know
Yeah, word up

Come on, lights, cameras, action it's on
Straight outta gate with another hot song

Illion

Too Phat

Plan B

2001

This might sound crazy but Imma do a song with Jay Z
With Dre on the beats and libs by Slimshady
And do this video you know like really ill, word
****

(This coffee break is sponsored by Green Hour Coffee)

Come on
Yeah
Bro you stacked out the STAPLES without doing a song
Was on Channel 5 and 11

My son!

Not half bad, your dead gay son!
Wish I had your dead gay son!
Thank you, dad, for your...

Dead! Gay! Son!

Tossed up by the tears of an empty sea
I guess I never learn that nothing’s really what it seems

‘Cause I’ve been trying to give you all of the space
But

start a riot for you
We knew that if wrote a book of concrete lines, concrete rhymes 
Maybe songs and then an album that
We'd call that album Backlash Cop

& be happy
Keep calm & be strong
They’ve hurt you for so long
Now it’s time to sing your song

Just try to find your way
Don’t try to make them pay

Life comes forth from everything you touch 
Light springs out from every song you sing
You formed me and made me from the dust 
You breathed your

the thing is I won't trade a moment with you then
for anything today

Like a hike into the night
and darlin' you were right
my god what a dramatic, beautiful

Verse I:

I was leaning by a tree
My guitar between you and me
I can't say
That I've ever been alive before today
Now I am alive

Verse II:

Drawing

a little Cam
Miracle she didn't plan
Nothing makes saints like a sinner can, innerstand

Grown man sleeping on the floor
Hear the mice squeaking by the door

????????My nigga threw me ah free zip you kno I’m fina face 
????????Weed got em outta space 
????????I’m high asf get out my face 
????????All these niggas

Forever earnin' pa i spit this shit for all
My people that's gone
Whether they locked up or dead
I bring 'em life in this song
Back in the world with me

All Medicated Geniuses

Pretty Girls Make Graves

This Is Our Emergency

2003

do you have a remedy
Doctor this is not alright by me
Do you think that you have the strength for the city
That sells fantasy


We all lie so

Torn Jeans

Discount

Half-Fiction

1999

you've had those torn jeans on for days. you keep humming that same song. we never argue but they say it's bad if we get along. on the phone you dry

Elegy

Inspection 12

In Recovery

2001

flashing by
Like they all say I hope that I
See my entire family.
It's so much bigger than you'd ever thought it to be.
And I've heard songs

Demons catching up but I'ma keep it movin'
Kept it by my hip because I know their losin'
Losers always pissed because his business booming

names echo your fame
Misused freedom songs your names
Your blood trickles down broken drains
Sometimes in vain

You see, the cush of your youth was blood,

Right now
Only beats by the pound
Getting down on the drum
Here we come
With the song
On the microphone
Let me show you what im all about
Let me show you

shot a text
Bro, it was simply for the Gram
I thought that if I dissed you
It'd get me some more fans
Boy, I'm truly sorry, why you RIP my friend?
Better

oh (Oh)
Pain ain't never looked this good (Oh)
Oh oh oh (Oh)

Have you ever been betrayed by
The ones that you love?
Gave a bitch your last but
It

Producer, poet, singer song writer with the feeling 
I split the wicket cricket team
I'm beating it like Billy Jean
It's time for heroes, libertines

at night
Droning along like a dissonant song by an amateur symphony
How come I can only tell you I love you when you're sleeping in the passenger seat?