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to swallow
People don't like you there dumbed down and docile
Frozen fossils
Stoned to the rock while I opt for rock opera
Possibly lost ya across the fog
I'm

Often sit ducked off in a trough
While I rid smog
And stick to the script, or your chick lick
While my dick soft as fuck nigga
I'm bounded by fuck niggas

This last joint we gon' call Conversations
Original produced by DJ Pain, big up bro
So when I sat down to write this joint
I thought about all

LADY G - JAMAICA

Written by: Janice Fyffe and Vincent Wright
Produced by: Brian Kotler & Bobby Pottinger


HI 
My name is Lady G
And I would like

the crowd it'll come around
They don't walk that walk, but I run around
They'll talk that talk then duck a while
Then they act like friends when they see me

All in Together

Bizzy Bone

Alpha and Omega

2004

cookin' breakfast, heh
Still gettin' followed by those hip-hop fans
It ain't a thang for me to get swallowed, I get zip-hop head
Let me be your baby daddy,

impressing so don't get fomo
Oh geez
Kite gang breeze
I am uniquely created to be
Making a difference while haters be hating
But what can I say don't be

ON AND ON words & music by Brian Campbell             


On and on
and over and over
and day after day
I think about you -- 
Though day after day

Return of Theodore Unit

Ghostface Killah

Hidden Darts

2007

cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi

The Idol

Marc Almond

Child Star [UK #2]

1995

the truth
Just wanted to sing but fame made its demands
And died while still young trying to please all his fans
James was a rebel that stood for an age

curve while I swerve like I’m on the 405
Really wish we weren't arguing
Explore the game like Backyardigans
In the grass, like I’m gardening, going up

like Brian Pumpers jeweler
Where I'm from niggas with fear getting slumped by shooters
But my equal to dumping rugers is being done by computers
I'm

human being
His name is Croweman he’s dreaming of a skinny blonde while he’s peeing
Hand on the remote he’s streaming
Big Bang Theory and peeing
Whatever

before my mama cry
Body ate by so many bullets, been crossed by so many niggas
Da hate be so real, make me feel like da realist nigga
See they'll hate u

[INTRO]

Bangin' music, brian star a talk enuh dawg. If yuh don't know me listen track 1 from trap
But right now me ago reveal a next side of me

the lot of comparison
Moving to the States, official American
Governed by the essence of adrenaline
Faster mode for the weak ever skeleton

Alan, Alex, two

Soup or No Soup

Earthling

Radar

1995

black jack in the casino
The man dealing cards, looked like Brian Eno
I ran to tell my bad-bone crew
But by time I got upstairs
They had vacated the room

just call it true
Walking on ice better dance if you follow through
Its all for glory tell me what Brian Boitano doin
Good grief Charlie Brown fake ass

Words and music by Brian May

Here we stand or here we fall
History won't care at all
Make the bed light the light
Lady Mercy won't be home tonight

wilding, getting scary, they all dying
Well I fought lions, better hear me, we all flying
With my nigga Brian, getting blurry, we kept trying
Kept driving,

the weed we smoking
Me and Potent chucking game and roaches out the window
While the neighbors catch a whiff and hear this beat, my nigga cooking heat

to feel it all baby
(All baby, all baby)
Keep it going, don't cha (stop)
I want you to just make it rain
Strum your guitar while I sing your name (keep

No excuses, it's on you, yeah it's do or die
Watch me move, better listen up, not skating by when I drop in
Living truth, finna see the world, then I

Yeah
Sweet Thing
Yeah
A kid from the village
Yeah

Been away for a while but now I'm here again
And you could ask your friends, I'd prolly be the man