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personality.  Do you?
Dres - Next question please.
I.B. - Ah.  Wow.  In your album you disrespect women by calling us hoes.        Why is that?
Dres - Listen,
helped out by hoeing the corn and the beans

Sometimes she would stare at herself in a mirror
And any would say, there was much to admire
Every turn
But your albums trash from the skit to the covers
I tear the plastic off and use it for a rubber (I'm)

(L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L
[Talking]
Man, who would've thought I would've made it this far?
It's number five
Five albums
I recognize that it's because of you (c'mon)
It's only
respect and honor
And I got plenty of that, so until sheek lou child, next l.o.x. album
And all the mtherfucking rest of the albums we do from the double
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
out in California
That's where I long to be
Because my trouble and worry
Has really came down on me

Sometime I wanna be in L'ousiana
Down by the Gulf
sleepwalked out of my apartment
And went berzerk?"

[Aesop Rock]
In slipped rhythm
Fed a cycle bound by dilemma-debting vendetta
Escaped briefly back to my
voodoo, [unknown] 
The bright shiny ass catapults to Earth, hittin' the gas tractor 

With a blast exploding earthward fear 
Knowing we're not the only
Bill Broonzy - guitar
Ransom Knowling - sbass, Judge Riley - drums
Album Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19, 1945 - November 12, 1947
Document
Rien
by Jacques Higelin
Album: Alertez les bébés
Rien, je ne veux rien
Ni savoir qui tu es ni d'où tu viens
Rien, je n'attends rien du tout
Et si tu
Hey, I battle any day
And any hour, any minute, any second
And any album, any single, any record
Cause what I'm sayin is this: I rock you anytime
I make
your data and when you're all set
Put it all together and whatever you get

It's new math

What's a bag of chips divided by five,
Well that's
got here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me, or leave me alone

Now, back to our regularly scheduled program, 
L'Album Noir:
virginity 
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme 
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme 
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo! 
You little blood-clot
got here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me, or leave me alone

Now, back to our regularly scheduled program, 
L'Album Noir:
check to see how my album's doing today
The group L-M-F-A-O goes double platinum hey!

I got a party, man
That's how I live
So I take an elevator
virginity 
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme 
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme 
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo! 
You little blood-clot
the mall, or creepin out the mo? wit?
Roc-a-fella, def jam, the right label to go wit
And when the album drops, are they really gon promote it?
Is L.A behind
out they're makin niggaz behave
No more slaps on the wrist gettin 90 days
Welcome to the next level, it's the new world order
Snatch ya like a tractor
to L-I-E-you-T
But if you brush the L-I-E-you-T
The M-P makes you K-P on the Q-T

This is the G. I. Jive
Man alive
They give you a private tank that features
Parody of Mama DOn't Get Dressed Up For Nothing by Brooks & Dunn (Kix Brooks/Don Cook/Ronnie Dunn, Sony/ATV Tunes L.L.C. dba Cross Keys
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
It's YOU that's frontin, not meeee (ha!)
I keeps it bumpin in the see-L-you-be	
Eleven albums, what are you tellin me?
I am be	-L-E-S-S-E-D
You are
they bails 
Niggaz floss on their album, try to boost their sales 
We put our pies on the table when our eyes on a label 
'cause them rednecks up in