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separate ways I need to share my pain 
The pain I feel from how I was back as a kid 
I can't believe that you stuck by me after all that I did 
But then

Outskirts of Life

G.G. Allin

Carnival of Excess

1996

the laws of who knows who
I have no fear of nothing, each day I set to die
So I'm living by myself on the outskirts of life

Within the perimeter of this

Off Parole

Royce da 5'9"

Rock City [Version 2.0]

2002

figure out a way, to get this dough up (Uh)
I don't want my son to hate me, when he grow up (Yeah)
So I gotta blow up, and leave it to' up (5'9, baby)

at the top 
Been cruising through this town for months on months 
I need to re up 
For everyone 
Who plays their part 
The mission has failed 
Now let's

in it cuz this shit feel like home
Shoutout my brotha who felt me
Cuz he been around he ain't failed me
I stay on the task I been healthy
Don't wanna

obtain this when chainless
Bite my fangs by ya chain thinkin' heinous
Roll this flame in a game on Uranus
Planet ain't seen before behind when you getting

How does it feel to be black
How does it feel to be that, guy that they hate on
They try to take your creativeness, they couldn't take my shit
I

Warning

Remedy

The Genuine Article

2001

panel floorin
Come and go like we tourin, bottomline is we scorin
Half way across the country by the mornin
The Remedy with the Clocka quest
Through

a cockpit)
I fly by the seat of my pants (Seat of my pants)
Sinful thoughts, this beat is crazy, this shit's retarded
This Instru's mental, too many bars,

giving but I never get enough
Tell me are we gonna make it out of this in love
There feels like no way
Tell me are we gonna make it out of this in love

Aye BJ who made this beat?
Aye who made this shit?
BJ made this beat
I'm a real trap nigga
Man I really clap niggas
Hit him with this strap nigga
I

that shit
Hmm, just tell how this shit is
Tell how I feel
Nah, I don't write no more for real

You know, gotta get that shit off my chest
Alright fuck it

with fate until you get smacked by God’s palm
This just for inspiration
Foreign bitches who can’t speak the basics
But money’s everybody’s favorite

still, that didn't stop, just needed some correcting and
Cuz I'm struggling now
Feel like I'm running it down
Going play by play in my brain all day
Tryna

one-way
Shorty came too, rackies by the two
I just feel like

I just feel like

Yeah
I just feel like Jordan Belfort
Gucci on her shirt
Shorty not from

harder to discern if I'm actually cold
I don't wanna force this, can't feel the emotions
I prolly misspoke them when i started out
The heat of the moment I

Women who couldn't claim me, claiming I'm way too toxic
Niggas been acting out, swear they way outta pocket
27 in my pocket man Mandela's they

gasp left

Chorus:  What do you see when you close your eyes
What will you see when your life goes by
Think hard visualize the ill mob
Either you'll feel

crying
Soul singing the songs
My past breathing down my neck and shit
The same way I'm on my dreams ass
Boy watch me catch this bitch
I'm grabbing her by

You Can't Play With My Yo Yo

Ice Cube

Maximum Rap

1997

intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about

yourself
Doesn't it playback and haunt you when you're by yourself
Does it, does it, does it

Because it haunts me
And I hate the way it feels
It's daunting

you do? The way you do
Who can move the way you do? The way you do
Got some curves
Aint no nerves
Feels so right
Do you right
End the night 
And she

On my way 
On my way
On my way 
got to find my way (repeat x 1)

Can you feel it
It’s at the edge of my finger tips 
And I can see it 
If I could

They Ain't Ready

Ruff Ryders

Ryde or Die, Vol. 3: In the "R" We Trust [Clean]

2001

acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces