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can't do rap For it's Abstract, original You can't get your own and that's, pitiful I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug On R&B, but I
black man get no, get no, Get no recoginition. The system of colour partition The system shoul be yanked from creation The system kill him. O, O Jah Jah,
I'm pulling the pavement from under my nails I brush past a garden, dependent on whales The sloping companion I cast down the ash Yanked on my
Santa?" Hope he thinks that's Santa Claus I picked him up and put him on Santa's lap And then he pulled the pillow out of his shirt He yanked
to play my demo tape when the system yanked Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cracked We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall They
them pay With all their love Hunt them down Take all their hope Left over for dead She yanked his chain right Off his neck Left over for dead She yanked
yanked off the stage Tryin to front like he mad paid Suckin so bad, we threw his mama off the train (insane) MCs are just givin it all away (OK) Who
the Gutfest begin, It seems like sin, my head's startin' to spin, Thinkin' what I'm about to clock, all stops are being yanked out, I'm knockin' stank out
yiggety yanked I get 3 for 2, when I buy my diggety dank grab the gat, I need a 40, bought to get toast sideways (sideways) to the liquor store Chorus:
be working 42nd street O my god I was totally stunned he yanked me up slapped my cheek and put his ands on my buns I said ha you better watch it sucker
used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked We'll take a Saturday and just circle
me fucked, fucked up Me yanked myself up out the game, hold up, motherfucker I got bills to pay, nigga if you don't get out my way I'm gonna peels
on the cheek, said "Thanks for the help, hold on boy" Well she yanked the wheel and I held my breath We flipped so many times we shoulda been dead And that's
on the cheek, said "Thanks for the help, hold on, boy" Well, she yanked the wheel and I held my breath We flipped so many times we shoulda been dead
Click-Clack, nigga Yanka get yanked on There's been a lot of hating, nigga Since I came home Anything a nigga do, homie It's Federal and come with football
used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked We'll take a Saturday and just circle
sing grave, deep melodies happy that they die the sly brown fox pulled up a glass pulled up a chair and yanked out my hair when I tried to sit I fell
a teenage downloader, Unglued like a bull in a china shop, gone, gone, gone! Cranked like a speed freak high-roller, yanked like a little league ball
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen I have a story to tell you of one slow decline Where the girl yanked on the strings To break this man's heart
My Radio It doesn't work It's been shot up The wires are burned Someone yanked it Just a little too hard My radio It doesn't work It's
to Coddingtown and met old Santy Claus Beanie boy got a hold of that beard, nearly yanked it from his jaws I stepped on up to the pizza man and gobbled down some
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen I have a story to tell you of one slow decline Where the girl yanked on the strings To break this man's heart
flashes in my eyes I spread the news she spreads her thighs Red, red in my head Red, red in my head I grabbed her knuckles and I yanked them all I bent her
and they tried to take me Now I got the metal to his dome A Desert Eagle, dipped in chrome I got a black stocking cap yanked over my face Anger is takin
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