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history washin' in the Listerine
Seen the imagery through the eyes of Huey P
God bless my little G's, I christen thee
Try to feed a village with

the landlord
600 gigs in the bag at the age of 22
But these careful rhyming couplets aren't enough to see me through
In the eyes of the big guys at the record

know your eyes on me when I'm slidin' through (slidin', ho)
Just know I raise the bar with everything I do

Still on my grind like it way back in '09

think a big sack had been chewed up by rats
I'm just writing these poems they bring to renown 'cause I drove a steak knife through their skull
Split

burning a bridge
The backdraft
Travels a path
I'm Michael Myers
Through the flames
Debris cover the tracks
No fantasy drafting
Jonathan Taylor
There's no

Got those big brown eyes
She a 10 and a little shy
Another morning yet another cry
One more chance just another lie
Runnin through the dark just

SECRETS
Music & Lyrics by: Michael Grant
© Michael Grant Music (ASCAP)
Close your eyes
The scene replays
Of lovers blissed and broken
Lonely

Act A Fool

Three 6 Mafia

Down and Dirty, Vol. 22

2008

(What!)

I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
A nega ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't

trying to make my millions
Look at my eyes see me watching I'm lookin
Check status I'm busy homie no time for talking
I make my moves Michael Jackson

can
I'ma die by myself and follow through with my plans
That's some shit I can't stand, a man who hate on his mans
I don't fuck with these hoes and I

We Get On

Kate Nash

Made of Bricks

2007

hi and you walk by
And that time you shook my hand, it felt so nice
I swear I've never felt this way about any other guy
And I don't usually notice

really wanna go back to those days where i can just sit down by the lake and not have any of those voices ever runnin through my brain
Say my name, you die

By yesterday's tears
These blind Eyes
Have blacken all my tomorrows

Living inside my God's tears
My heart remains without beat

Don't tell me

dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low like I make egg rolls, oh

I got them pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm water whippin'
I rob his

I'm flyin' i'm usually high
Get my dick suck by a cutie pie
You sayin I ain't been the
Shit since junior high
You ain't got a truth in ya
Nigga you's

of they shit hot
Its not so sweet
Pistols under seat
Lost inside that sea that shit I speak
Is from shit I see
My eyes never sleep
Michael jackson reach
Boy

of they shit hot
Its not so sweet
Pistols under seat
Lost inside that sea that shit I speak
Is from shit I see
My eyes never sleep
Michael jackson reach
Boy

just to reminisce
Ouuuuuuuuu yeah yeahhhhhh

Yo man
I feel like
Jumpman in the early morning
Michael Jordan with the shots
You never ever catch me

420
WRITTEN BY:  LARRY KING, JOIE SCOTT, MICHAEL PETERESON

KEYS		JOHN BLASUCCI
GUITARS	MICHAEL THOMPSON
DRUMS		KHARI PARKER
BASS		ALAN BERLIANT

Tree of Hearts

Unlinked Artist

Country Picks, Vol. 45

1998

of an eye 
Somehow fifty-seven hears flew by 

Fifty-eight, fifty-nine
Sixty he missed Caroline
At sixty-one Michael knew 
There wouldn't be a sixty-two

a n*gga
People will look you in the eyes and will tell you they gotcha
And when the judge give him them years, he gone turn to Takashi
Now n*ggas sending

that's my problem, let 'em by
Nevermind the fact, that I've down and back
I've been around the fact, I keep my sound intact
It's like the essence of my

swore they'd never be apart 
True love left it's mark
On the tree of hearts
In the blinking of an eye 
Somehow fifty-seven hears flew by
Fifty-eight,

Dracula sucks you
Dry, oh my, who's this Michael guy? Some psycho wrapped in tightrope with a needle in his eye
I'ma stick some pins in my head, a bolt in