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Honey molasses
Ebony majestry 
Chocolate brown sugar
Sweet epiphany

Hi, um, I was calling, I,
I, last night was, I
last night was, um, I,
Look,
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'
I got loowies boy, um not trampin
I just came from da-crib ya know
Um on da go-throw ya tank into metro
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'
I got loowies boy, um not trampin
I just came from da-crib ya know
Um on da go-throw ya tank into
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'
I got loowies boy, um not trampin
I just came from da-crib ya know
Um on da go-throw ya tank into
drugs run at how high reeds
Cue every memory at half-speeds
Just like....Charles, hold-me-downs
I'm-coming sounds
Cut crap, who's filling shoes like
life on a dirty brown piece of Berber carpet. 
Dick's dentures on the ground chattering. 
His toupee being carried off by the squirrels
saw the hippies cross.
By Herc on Technique needles syncopated time was on time,
The same time as the Beatles.
I was up there watching James Brown's
ground ground 
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound 
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound 
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
Robert Johnson, that Muddy Waters, that James Brown, Augusta, GA
That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder, that Mayfield, that Superfly
That Willie Hutch
for the record, it's gotta-be said,
He came in all colors - brown, white, black and red. 

And some "cow-pokes" were yellow, an' these are the facts.
ground ground 
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound 
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound 
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch

I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin'
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
Hydro indo (buddha!) 
Hah cocoa yo ya ya yo! 
I need some brown weed (lady) all day 
I need some brown weed (jenny) 
I need some cut (lady  lady)
Foxy Brown
What? Jay-Z, what

I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best
the exit..indeed 
You gotta know your thoroughly respected by me 

You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver 
You gotcha own '96 suh in..the ride 
And keep
made 
Into brown gravy for supper Sunday 

They got 50 pound bags of chicken nuggets 
They got yummy yogurt by the bucket. 
Shelves and shelves
Walking in a winter wonderland

In the meadow, we can build a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, are you married, we'll say, no man
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
Ray Charles
     Jimmy Lewis (indented)
[both together]

[Uh-Uh]
Wait a minute, Jimmy, look here
     I'm listenin'
As I was wakin' up this
was sure to go"

"The Distinguished Flying Cross upon Colonel Charles A. Lindberg" 

"Panicked investors ordered their brokers to sell at whatever
to my chosen under an apple tree
"Let's get married," I don't walk, I get carried
By a motorcade of voter-age women on rollerblades
In cute sleeveless
don't even play wid
me like that Yo
Verse 1:
We spit rap and fire brown paper bag
gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map
floss that anything yell
on tha starter, 
Watch wat you say to me get it put on ya, 
Fucked by a chick in a skirt named karma, 
Word I'm a mama I ain't for the drama, 
I'm