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twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like

was a big nigga
Rich nigga but still keep a shooter
I remember them nights eating tuna
Now it's codfish and lobster Bermuda
All my niggas gon ball like

All the things that you give me
All the things that I'm feeling
I been sliding for a while, I'm still raving this engine
Enemy don't wanna see you smile

atlas pro at this so tactic fanstastic
Panoramic roof I see right thru you
Kitty may your book is too fiction
You to Dr.Suess for me
I don't go by words

I think about it involuntarily
All of the time
You know, like Dr. Manhattan
Throwing up a hissy fit
A walking, talking nuclear nihilist
Or a, you

word that I rhyme i try to break the walls im barred in
Sparring with joe rogen all morning
Then lamp with the gza, you better fear the shogun
Here lies

Brown to Blue

George Jones

Blue Moon of Kentucky

1966

floor,
By law, they took away my rights,
To love you anymore,
My world just seemed to stop,
While I stood there so close to you,
They changed your name

you gotta dodge hate
Well that's my bad, I forgot to be mad
Forgot to resign, forgot to forget you
Remember the time and
Remember the people that ain't

rulin' over shit, not a thing
If I will, then it's spill
You a pawn in my game
Watch 'em kill, do a drill
While this prawn on my plate
All this hurt

today I remember everything
I been woke stay woke but they say I'm crazy
What you thought that I forgot that I'm a fucking god
What you thought that I

words soothing and knew how to move me. 
 She said her a.k.a was heartbreak and that men made the mistake of loving her, while making a straight face. I

Cause you can get caught by the all-out
Verbal assault, Pharcyde and Black Thought

[Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction]
Pharcyde make mad hits, see ya man

Your engine is revved up ?

Yeah, sort of!

I know all the hip expressions, you see. Your engine is revved up.

You're a real swinger, I can tell by your

what I eat going to fill your stomach
Are you kidding me
Get yours while I get mine the best advice I could give
And the only thing you got to do before

You Got Me [Live]

The Roots

The Hip Hop Box

2004

Jilly from Philly, word up 
You're not ready
Aight, now, for all y'all out there that know how this song go
I want y'all to sing along with love, ya

because I'm really cold
And I would still reload
And produce super joints just to prove a point
Now roger that, okay now you Roger rabbits
While you try

me through
At least you did for a while when I could recognize you
But then you started to change and all the light that you had
It started fading away

feelings like Frank Sinatra
But how bout you let me take you out to dance bachata
Wanna call you my baby
I'm falling for you please don't nobody save me
You

Pac
And Frank Sinatra while we rollin' up with Peter Tosh
And Marley, Chris Farley and Basquiat
'Til I dip with Marilyn Monroe givin' me top
Shit

're leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food

Yeah, I been so focused on haters
Forgot to count my blessings
Yeah, first of all
Thank you to anyone supporting me
From the bottom of my heart, it

and act as if we friendly still
Remember just a week ago you wished that you could teleport to my crib
I didn't wanna bitch but you ain't stop me
You called

Stan

Dido

The Marshall Mathers LP

2000

This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I

This will be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I