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to Staple the singers together, but in my head
It's been ringin forever...and a day if you grew up on Marvin Gaye
Where all you singers booty this and freak
Music by elton john
Lyrics by bernie taupin
Available on the album breaking hearts

Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain
pride
And then she'd bring out that worn out family album
Its faded pictures some with corners torn
She'd laugh and poin and tell me funny stories
and it ain't no crack
And it really don't matter if you're white or black, I

Want to take you there like the Staple Singers
Put something in the tank
gun staples in your back 

Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack 



Chorus: cool Keith (repeat 3X) 



I get personal direct
and it ain't no crack
And it really don't matter if you're white or black, I

Want to take you there like the Staple Singers
Put something in the tank
and it ain't no crack
And it really don't matter if you're white or black, I

Want to take you there like the Staple Singers
Put something in the tank
to a tape by slayer
Parked in a parking lot behind burger king
Eatin a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers I blast a CD by the staple
why it's so relative

This biography was unauthorized
I spit it how it was given to author Nas
William changed his name at sixteen to Rakim Allah
life
I don't know, on my life

Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
stomach
{*cycle whizzes by*} Y'all don't hear nothin'
Who that, Mac?

[Beanie Sigel]
Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin

[Memphis Bleek]
Who the FLUCK,
I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You look at me like yeah nigga right
But you gave me you
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
album, point the finga
I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer
I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops
I brought proof that
Singer serving garage
Busy trying to slam me 
'cause I smashed it
What they don't understand is 
I'm getting them established
By taking British music
Uh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah
ED O.G. uh uh, D Quest uh uh
Boston's Finest, y'all check this out

You challenge me I'll challenge you, off balance fool
album

Puff Daddy, enough already
Now its P. Diddy still sound shitty
How can your group be called Da Band
No body plays an insterment man
I dont
Mozart 
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him? 
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz 
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep 
I'm bugged like
out now
All games aside, all lames aside
I'm a rebel, with all games combined
All things in line
I ain't heard of y'all, I'm from murder march
One
out now
All games aside, all lames aside
I'm a rebel, with all games combined
All things in line
I ain't heard of y'all, I'm from murder march
One
Mozart 
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him? 
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz 
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep 
I'm bugged like