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and Joe Cooley
Who would ever thought the two would meet?
My DJs are so unique
Both them raised on the LA street
Nobody nowhere can hang with the mix

Description Of A Fool

A Tribe Called Quest

People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm

1990

Fool, defined in Webster's
Open up the book, read it, read it
Turn the page, see what it says
Read it to me, will you please?

(One who acts

throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
Pour two shots for loss

like abuse is a game?
Like tearing down your son’s father is a game
You have a son! Why are you
Still competing with me by telling him bad
Things about

We All Die One Day

Eminem

Cheers

2003

(yeah)
I'm an OG you fuckin' with a GI Joe
Bia Bia, mira mio la vida loc' (uh-huh)
I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me (uh-huh)
When I retire

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De La Soul

And the Anonymous Nobody

2016

lanes I was looking angelic
Psychedelic, if you was like it I can sell it
But I don't fuck with that sweet shit, I'm diabetic
This is rapping at it's

After you, your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead

try to stop me, them nuh move me yo
Go ask them what do to Joe
Desensitize him on duty yo
Trick you with limited choice, but then they can't make you

Get Up Get Down

Coolio

Gangsta's Paradise

1995

from jackin' to rappin' to runnin' with a pack of mad men 
Pull a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin 
Some fool tried to play me for a punk I had to have

what's going on,
It's like your joe when you're hearing this song
You're asking who are you again?
Just shut your mouth and listen up
Yeah I keep the bag

don't you live yours?
That's the type of bullshit to drive me fucking psycho
Think you know what's best for me like Joe did with Michael 
Tryna to erase

Capicu

Fat Joe

Last of the Pro-Ricans

2002

what the fuck is the deal
junkyard ain't no lyin to me, if you lie than you dyin with me
burning in hell, nigga frying with me
and I don't want nobody

I swear it hurt till she soaked, and shook me off

Like a moth

I said what's the deal with the clothing as long as it's cloth?

[Chorus]

Why you

More like Lipton
Did he get a girl and
Now he's simping?
When the chips are down
You see him dipping
Wouldn't be surprised if
We seen him quitting
Little

from underneath
You messed up my mind set
When you left me by myself with the lean
Now I cannot trust another girl because I know
What the outcome is

what you thought
This gotta be the first and I go one for one on singles
Shooting in the air man I feel like Joe Ingles
That boy say he feel like Joe

serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you

When you're on your own

Can't get by living on my own
I need cash now a job's too slow
I won't die doing what I'm told
Tell me something that I don't

feel
And what if I wasn't satisfied 
With the rules they want me to apply
'Cause I see the misery.

Sometimes I wonder why,
Sometimes I wonder why
I try,

You say you want me and I say I need you
When you are with me I can't seem to reach you
Why are you hiding from me?
What are you hiding?
You say you

Damage (Damage) You know what I'm saying
(Damage, Damage) yeah, do it with me!
(Every chance I'm doing damage)
Come on y'all!
(Damage) You know the damage

just went astray
Waiting by the front door
Pray today's the day
Another day
You were late
What's the excuse this time
It was never me or sorry
At least

out drinking
She was at home tweaking
Daniel best friend is a lab
Mixed with cocker spaniel
He named him lucky after Luciano
Ward robe was hand me downs

I'm fine if I gotta do the time
Searching for the bones so you mingle with the swine
Why we be whining like some cocker spaniels damn Daniel
Humpin like