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without a question
No more half stepping, you must've been stressing to be without a weapon
It's crazy, blazing til 5 am
Say I'm not a pothead but I am him

and an enormous Genie appeared before him.
I am at your service master.
Ask me whatever you want,
i am the slave of whoever wears my master's ring.
Oh slave

Im the student of the trenches I learned so much in this shit
I could see the fake love aint no trust inna bitch
Watch them niggas band wagon because

on them

Put a nigga straight to sleep, put a snooze on him
Damn, they're drown in the pussy, put a pool on me
Damn, the perc kick in my ass, he put a boot

Don't Leave Me - Rachel VAnthony

Lyrics by：Rachel VAnthony

Composed by：Rachel VAnthony

Arranged by：Sek Hao Ho

Executive Producer：Abraham Tee

DMX instrumentals
Now I treat it like a game of Deadpool, without the act from Ryan Reynolds
I walk up in the studio with my axe ready
To cut heads in

march, we keep on soldiering on
Frozen beyond measure, the treasure is in our chest
I've said it before, and yes, I'll repeat it till my vocal chords
Have

bust rhymes

Then, not him again, got him goin' through tough times
So pump mine, reeled out to the speaker band
Then EHSN, put on your mans
Bear witness

been breaking rules boy
High top house arrest shoes, it's bout' a band right there
And I got hoes by the two's, yeah I got hoes by the pair
And I could

Mosh

Eminem

Encore

2004

the last half
Of his career, typical manure movin' past that
Mr. Kiss-His-Ass-Crack he's a class act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back

Come

that block and do the most
If you see me with my mask pulled down
Then you toast
I seen his ass, I told my dawg to spin around
make him a ghost
We up by

There Only Was One Choice

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

There's a kid out on my corner, hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungerees, but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made

Hampton said
Come up off the tempo
We about to swing
Big bands were a big show
They were written by the kings
Whose suits were dripping Henderson too,
Check

to and fro without struggle
He could make you laugh on a battlefield
As you try to survive by being concealed

So one king called him to his fort

I can't lie I'm sliding by with my shooters
He talking hot put him in the pot
Turn him to noodles
I just bought this brand new glock
Im poppin out

When I go in
I feel like them
I feel like Nas
Or old Rakim
I feel like Pac
I feel like Em'
I feel like God
I feel like Him
GOD
GOD
When I go hard
I

an illusion but
I might as well try, might as well try

She had rings on her fingers
And bells on her shoes
And I knew without asking she
Was into the blues
She

return without shedding a tear
I agreed that I'd give him my hand...

Robot Devil
In marriage

Leela
What?

Robot Devil
You'll give me your hand in

slime, count it up yeah that's a bankroll
That boy down bad he got shelved by the label, hell nah nigga you sold your soul
It feel like Uzi might go flood

face


I call my brother “how ya been?” He say  “dangerous, and out of sight”
When my nigga made it out the hood, I told him go “live ya life”
We gotta

my eyes, no, I cannot see
Number (N) ine all on me i feel like a nazi
I get bands, I get bands that's for certain
Think we cool, we ain't gang
We ain't

ruthless
Pass it to Lil Cay, shout out Double Take
Running up the bands, I'm just countin' every day

Yeah, DTB and RMG, we rippin' tracks without a fee

you for fame
Not counting bands that's a shame, getting the bag and then stay in my lane
Switch from a coop to range, I am a beast that nobody can tame

everybody is more concerned by who did who and who stabbed who in the back he fucking hates it
little nigga wanna make sum bands 
when he rap
but nobody help