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Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line
Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley
Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's
Wetter than white

KRS to develop a spiritual mind 
And these are only a few 
But I must give honor to Herc, Flash and Bambatta (What's going on son?) 

Step by step

Hanging From a Hit

Okkervil River

I Am Very Far

2011

What this night wants is what it gets,
Strung in silken knots,
Lit by cigarettes 
Flaring side by side,
With the streets all wet,
As the only

right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by

orions belt
Punch lines have so much depth I'll make conan o'brian
Start miming by himself
I'm andy richter but off the rictor scale
I'll do blow straight

except being rich
Everything else pass by we forget it

How do I be more timeless than money and diamonds
They used to wear purple robes cuz it was hard

Dont see the sistem give a hand
Never seen people realy blend
White cuss back bout black trend
Now we all gwan mek man friend
Like Charlie whe style

I took a sup of black gold
From a brown stained, china bowl,
Blue snake smoke from a pipe of Lou’siana rolled,
Lazy like from a white clay pipe

patient
Get buried
Falling into
Your own grave

I'm spittin'
Like an automatic
Spraying lead
I'm going rabid
You getting hit by all this traffic
Bathed in

cold and clean And white as death These bleached dry bones... are all that's left  Into the fire of the enemy line For faith or flag they're ready to die

My lineage built by design
By carbon hands of divine (Warriors)
Who laid their lives on the line
For all my people to do all this
Coonery

take the hit
Left and right, the eyes will look, a pitter-patter scatter
A flash, a blue, a car will pass, passing miles per hour
The white lines that

of grimdark
Wish I didn't feel left out by the fact that I'm bi
Or the fact that I'm bicentennial percent lost
Shy and awkward
Just tryna trace these red lines

One thing yeah one thing that I know 
Ima be this way til the day that I go 
If this life is real then I own my soul 
I'm surrounded by flames even

Get back, big YZ wanna kick back
Police call dispatch
Three white lines and six-pack
Ten-ten birds wanna chit-chat
She'll be sucking dick for

Triple Beam Dreams

Nas

Rich Forever

2012

They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors
I remember watchin' Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by

And only making chump change
Hustling the white line
Traffic in the rental lane

True life story - option to tell
I kept it all street
From the block -

Japanese denim, hat by Paper Plane
Feeling good right now 'cause I
Just signed for a ticket
Bitches hitting my line
But I ain't got time to kick it
I'm like

me
Feeling the vibe creased jeans in a new white tee
Never mind the past times you the new dime piece
And I be in the streets no flash
And you caught

me

Y'all Johnny come lately, I was on time
On the road like white lines
Readin' all signs
Cleanin' off knives after tallyin'
What was taken
Your man

I ate breakfast in two minutes
This song has no chorus, no hooks
All lines
Yeah

Raindrops on my white tee
Flow high key so enlightening you might

passed
This is for the moment
This is for the "live life fast"
Before the Mrs., white flash
Seen the picture, how it's plastered on me
On me like yellow

on a grind
I can't waist no time
Yea I'm still the same nigga post up in a white-T
Skinny jeans, fitted hat
Neck froze icy
40 Flash like cameras off of TMZ

And the fur is white as glass
So carefree, its tiny whiskers tickle
Joyfully wrinkling its nose
And then a sudden flash
Pure light
Dances 'cross the fleeting