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Albums:

Odds and Sods: Mis-Takes and Out-Takes (Manfred Mann) · Against All Odds (Take Five) · Against All Odds (Shutdown) · Against All Odds (N-Dubz) · Brunswick-Vocalion Odds & Bits 1926-1930 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · UHB, Vol. 3: Against All Odds (The Living Legends) · Odds and Ends (Warrior Soul) · Against All Odds (Coma & Da Creole Boys) · Against All Odds (Take a Look at Me Now) (Kira) · Who's Next/Odds & Sods (The Who) – and 90 other albums »


forgetfulness, I am your correctionist
I stitched odd and future together like a leather vest
You fucking sweater neck, feather peck, Rosetta checks
I put together
like grand theft auto PSP 
I'm in the Volvo, puffin on the lala 
Ducking from the popo 
Every time I drive by, say hi to the bad guy 
All my mama
an album, get classes

[Chorus]

Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
an album, get classes

(Chorus)

(Prodigy)
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B
B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
to get funny looks 'cause I was small
And tryin to make it was like runnin through a brick wall
Given the odds I was up against, bro
The average nigga
I heard your style and I beat you nigga
Your whole album I sleep through nigga
'cause 'Te's an avalanche so call an ambulance
And tell 'em to pick
odds
ain't no tearin them apart
swore (?) till death do them in
even in reincarnation they would do it again

[Ron Clutch]
Who would ever thought
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines
in eighty-nine, because I'm
hard for them to swallow
When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow
Pay yourself first, that's one of my main mottos
Picture Bill
the rain I'll heat up
And ya'll can't stop my sunshine, fuck one-time
Got heavy wit gats to push your face back
Trash-ass album sound like you played it
when I see a bomb 

Speak to your leader. Surrender your arms 
You need about a million more soldiers to even the odds 
Plus 800,000 to even consider
somehow, someway is this shit you heard
And the time and the place where bullshit's preferred

The odds of even opportunity is absurd
But yo, right about
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
by
No policemen, no homicide, no chalk on the streets
No reason for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin' to stick around for my
say I gotta odd sense of humor, killer clown sittin' still by the window
Tough links in a crimson cape, sat there with my lipstick smudged
I got
to get funny looks 'cause I was small
And tryin to make it was like runnin through a brick wall
Given the odds I was up against, bro
The average nigga
excitement will lead to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, rewrite it

        How many MC's, wannabemceez
the phone with God, he said - I know this might seem odd
But Bubba I really need you, these preachers ain't doin they job
So travel to Cape Cod, buy
Are much important I'm gettin' angrier while recordin'
I'm feelin' like the Bulls, I've got a Gang of Wolves
Odd Future is children that's fucked up
Are much important I'm gettin' angrier while recordin'
I'm feelin' like the Bulls, I've got a Gang of Wolves
Odd Future is children that's fucked up
publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, b****, I even have
publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bitch, I even have
not playin', understand what I'm sayin'
Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin'
Takin' no shorts, so I'm vital sign
You can tell by my lines that