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should keep them to myself
There's a time and a place--it's just not now
Radio is simple so keep it low-brow
Your advice just sing it all by yourself
But

(Radio heat)
I top the charts
Tell them haters i made it
I did it my way (My way)
Frank Sinatra
I'm here to Fuck up the game
Kamasutra
Put it on camera

and back
Then burn something backstage where my crew is at
See there's a couple of things that I've wanted all year
To live off this mike and be sponsored by

Lambasixx
Omalicha Oh
Baby na your body be my rhythm and juice Omalicha
Oh yeah
Omotoshun
You give me isimgbaka oh yeah
Jeka lo, solo mu Make we legalize it

goes the easel (the easel)
This is hip hop for the people (the people)
Stop calling it emo (wah)

Irony is dead, it's so motherfucking dead, I was there

Time to Make the Dough Nutz

Young Black Teenagers

Gunmen

1993

as verily we roll along
Brothers know my style, my grip is just too strong
So figure it out yourself and you'll soon see that I don't sweat 'em
His back's

inside
I played it wise now these red dots aiming straight for my eyes
Been more precise with the rhythm but I still can't get by
Promethazine cure

as the rhythm is hitting, we're livid and tearing shit down like
Aye, I don't want to hear it, bitch, aye, I don't want to hear it, bitch
Aye, y'all niggas better

Two men send radio waves rippling across space
In the ancient ways of call and response
Celestial beings, moved by their rhythms
Have answered

outs
Not enough payin homage
Not enough emcees
Cuz there's way too many Rodmans
Leavin ya more let down
Than breaking news by Bobby Mueller
But to say it

and tango with lime in it
Stick a rhyme in it. Feeling good in five minutes
Anything you might witness is yours and my business
If this is a visit, then pay

Anybody

The Procussions

5 Sparrows for 2 Cents

2006

i'm yelling at the top of my lungs is all void
if nobody pays attention at all it's just noise

Rez
they might raise there hands by the two's but

It's easier just to lose your honesty
When beatings keep on 
Til there's improvement in morality
And beatings keep on
Til there's nothing left inside

the oceans glared
It's the earth beneath, that never seemed 
To really care    
For you 
Every step, is just, a dare
And my heartbeat's a snare
But the rhythm

don’t have to rhyme 
Just keep up with the rhythm 
Going in and out of time
      Venues say ‘it’s not for us’
      We think your band is marvelous

we'll find way up out it
I by passed the middle man, to solve the riddle
Cant stop the rhythm we just breaking the system
Just need a reminder of what's

And imma get mad deep like a well
A gentleman never tells or the rhythm will never sell
Belittle me go to hell
I'm in ya head like a gel
IVision I make it

mouths at be, you'll be aight
I wasn't on the same rhythm
Some of them got murdered, some still in the system it inflated my wisdom
Up in the Bronx, by

dance moves off my shelf
Young tamale, you're a hottie
The baddest out of Follies
Shake that cake like maraccas
Durty whine on it and mix it with

Definitive

Company Flow

Funcrusher Plus

1997

is like livin in breakbeat hell 
You try to knock me off the ladder kid the fatter I swell 
It don't matter turnin liquid into wine by design 
Not

is timeless
While my peers was counting up, they tried to count me out, but they couldn't do it
There ain't a rapper in our age bracket that we ain't

of nowhere there was a wind gust as I looked down at the people in a fuss / I'm on the top floor of this reality/ it's well made complex and gritty / it's

We taking off like a heliport
I'm far from being concerned with your bitch fits
You and I dont mix
Consider this a misfit
Lyrically indigenous
There is

a nice ring to it like
A Golddigger supplied by your husband
Only rhymer who does it
Without a mind that is functioned
To be designed as a puppet
I'ma