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I get tired when I read all these comments 
These people poppin off thinking there's no consequence 
I'm not the guy to run and hide or sit idly by
If

finna cook
A Utah Jazz nigga used to
Not gettin’ calls for the push
Bitch,  I’m darin’ him arrogance
Today,  stop my comparisons
You tired of these

IHOP

Kevin Gates

Luca Brasi Story

2013

him
His brother got killed, so now he keep a tool with him
Live around the corner from his two daughters, no father
That's when the waitress came

Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me

Gonzo Compadres

Jerry Jeff Walker

Viva Luckenbach!

1994

estrellas
And they call us the gonzos, the gonzo compadres
Los gatos con queso, and we love our mommies

We live by the mountains, we live by the sea
We live

This that Real one anthem
I jazzy jeff you out the Thugz Mansion
Had to cut some haters off right quick
Just for pretending they was real like this

you look like a chump
Got your face looking dumb
Imma start packing my stuff
Maybe just live on the run
They be calling me Gump
Future as bright

possessions we are humans
We like to be wined and dined by candle light
Not being cooped up in the house
Trying to be held up tight
So Jazzy Jeff and Fresh

Coming hard like I'm Jeff jumping off of the ledge
Bitch I'm cool I just wanna live life on the edge
For a second I thought that I'd always feel dead

the water can't touch me
The mood set by music that
Cyclones into a liquid version of you that
Sticks its whole hand in my ear and
Chokes an ear infection

a crying shame but this the
World that we live in, remember the Days Watching “Married With Children”
Wanted to be Al cuz he was the man To me
Asshole by

Trying to stay warm hearted in a world so cold
So cold
Got to get straight though all these forks in our roads
In our roads
I remember I was told all

talkin'
Leave shells by his body
I’m the richest at the party
He tried to hit a lick mama sorry
Shoulda just slammed me like Jeff hardy
This bad bitch think

Feeling all these feelings, ooh look how I made this mess
I leave it all in my right hand so you can have what's left
I knew seeing you tonight would be

a party
Fuck em all, don't be sorry
Im fighting in the ring against myself, Matt and Jeff Hardy
I came in, by my own, I don't need, no one else
I can fix

fat and happy because we can go to someone else's restaurant
We can go to someone else's school
We can go to someone else's hotel
We can live in someone

Cop me a pound I'm a smoke by the onion
I'm doing them foul, busting a round
Off that llama, yea, that cha cha cha choppa
I'm fucking up commas that's

Epic Rap Battles of History!
Mansa Musa versus Jeff Bezos!
Begin!
Wallah, by the holy Quran I lay my hand upon
I blaze Bezos, inflict inflammatory

be a guest to
Want take a shot of this henn, it be the best to
Want see my bank statements? You'd be upset too
I ain't tryna live by sight, I live by

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where

Lick Shot

Grand Puba

Reel to Reel

1992

Alright y'all!
I want y'all to put your hands together
And to bring on a brother
that's bound to lay more dips in your hips
More gliiiiide in

As i arrive at the party
Another ounce of bacardi
Is handed to me by a beauty big ol boobie a barbie
Extend my arms like jeff hardy
I'm Grabbing ass

Never Let Me Down

Jay-Z

The College Dropout

2004

and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy

Get up,

enjoying all the sugar cane
What you're hearing is the smoothest rhythm from my brain
Live your life for you, and never try to entertain
These phony niggas