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it's penciled in the calendar
Eighteen forty three
International, Kulikuli just paddle
Kauikeaouli standing by for this huli
Ya he mea nui, it's time

the ghetto
Reminds me of the days
I would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better

The Goat

Adam Sandler

What the Hell Happened to Me?

1996

ADAM: I am a simple goat.
I live on the back of a pick-up truck.
The Old Man tied me here with a 3 ft. rope.
Am I happy?
He don't give a fuck.
OLD

by day
It's impossible in a possible way
I can't live like this, but if I tried I think I could
Day by day, you don't look at me in the same way
You

either live poor or die by cops

I been stuck for the last 3 months
Dolo in these slumps
One day it's Kobe dying
Next day it's covid virus
Next day it's

explodes
With my man, we make love three times a day

Until the day I rubbed his balls

lose passions and start to choke, whatchu know
Everyday is just a regular hoax
Being played by the government a sinister joke
‘Cause addiction is a game

Day
Doing my own thing
Sin had me paid slave
Death was the salary
Glad that I missed the pay day
Satan will promise you everything
On a play date
Then

when you taking pictures
I might blind you with my new addiction
Money and fame that new religion
Pray to God I ain't making dumb decisions
Since day one

forward, move silent and graced, for the time and the day that we're likely to change 
I'm a stranger, looking in the mirror, see a face of, an image that's

your life
Only time to react
No time to think twice
So you gotta see 3 steps ahead
Take experience advice get a slice
Nothin nice everything a price

Daddy left fo' I was 3
I call the streets my home
Never had my own room
It was a shoot out most days
Niggas be dead before noon
The OGs dead or in jail

Black rapper with a conscience I'll be out by half past
27 coming sooner than you think, 5 years till I'm a tree in Bedfast
Loving memory of the boy,

Intro the outro
1M, 2M, need to get out more
3 exhibits, we could stack some bars
Hit the sack, watch your mouth though
All the running from

the way that I'm living my life but I never make a change
I know I need to fight addiction but I'll put that off on another day
The time is now
If I'm ever

My Own Hell

Tech N9ne

Vintage Tech

2005

Juan got that shit to Quincy Jones through a chick named Mona
Three days later Q called us back and it was on
Q told us to wait on putting the record

Different a point of view
Don't point a finger three of dem are point back at you
You live yo life wit no love that what we gotta do
Broken heart

Down for the Count

Xzibit

Reflection Eternal

2000

threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we

losers who just live through keypads
Music is a drug and I'm the type to relapse
Call me Mr. Carter, this volume number 3(number 3!)
I been going harder

no killers
I was fed from no spoons that were silver
Come from a hood by the Alcovy River
Down 2-1-3 to a road that look like it slither
See in my hood

into the ground
Niggas think it’s sweet
I get paid to kill a beat
I got kin to feed
You trolling niggas on your feed
Live in your head for free
Nigga all

Black Cotton

2Pac

Loyal to the Game

2004

(uh-huh)
Old heads said live your life like such
It's sure to catch up with you one day, boy
I wouldn't listen to 'em
Your power movement was cool
But

goes down

[Verse Two]
Dope fiend still get high
while dope dealers barely get by
You better get your life right
you wanna live in the 'burbs with your

done changed, you know
But I still love my city
I still love my people
And I'm a represent to the day I D.I.E
Now follow me

Softball Sundays on East End