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will air something, your bitch, four-fifth in your mouth
I hate it, every day Sean AR spit
Creative, no course play with JR Smith
If you can't take
Bessie was more than a friend of mine
We shared the good times and the bad
Well many years has since passed me by
I still recall the best thing I
The youths of Eglinton 
Won't put down their Remington 
The youth of Brixton 
They bave their 45 Smith and 
Wesson pistol pistol 
The youth
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine
We shared the good times and the bad
Many years have since passed me by
I still recall the best thing I
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Where you will only hear racial shit

E plural pursued 'em, all seein eye, ocular exam
The Apocalypse, back by popular demand
Innocuous but
The youths of Eglinton 
Won't put down their Remington 
The youth of Brixton 
They bave their 45 Smith and 
Wesson pistol pistol 
The youth
the mornin'
Like it in the evening too
In between she don't mind it
Just about any old time will do
 
So I'm haulin', haulin'
Fort Smith to Louisville
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
to the smiths by their belows 
To the slaves under the yolks, and I will say
Blanche got run down by an avalanche? 
Well, did you ever? What a swell party this is! 
What daiquiris! What sherry, please! What burgundy! What pommery!
Blanche got run down by an avalanche? 
Well, did you ever? What a swell party this is! 
What daiquiris! What sherry, please! What burgundy! What pommery!
Blanche got run down by an avalanche? 
Well, did you ever? What a swell party this is! 
What daiquiris! What sherry, please! What burgundy! What pommery!
[Erick Sermon] 

Uh huh 



[Parrish Smith] 

Yo it's the return (uh huh) Parrish Smith and Erick Serm' 

Kid don't mess with fire because
Blanche got run down by an avalanche? 
Well, did you ever? What a swell party this is! 
What daiquiris! What sherry, please! What burgundy! What pommery!
You've turned your back on me
And left me alone
I saw this house, so high
Will it take me to the sky
Another life, another soul
Taken by
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent

Ey, ask me what I
up where's the tomb?
Will Easter come, enter my room?
The Lord weeps with me
But my tears fall for you.
Another Beauty
Loved by a Beast
Another tale
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
say, 'Welcome, brother'.
We men are wretched things.
I told you how to fight 
But I never told you why to fight.
I fight for you.
Yes, but who will
Blanche got run down by an avalanche? 
Well, did you ever? What a swell party this is! 
What daiquiris! What sherry, please! What burgundy! What pommery!
say some cry
Can't get by so later on they die
Because the strong will survive
The weak will perish
Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish
sixteens and crazy hooks
I will fuck up, prostitute raw for I fall
Follow me like I'm Allahu Akbar (Rock star!)

Boy, I done warned you
I don't give
shouted on chain gangs
Pain they felt, but it helped them to maintain
Scott Joplin's rags, Bessie Smith's blues

St. Louis blues, they were all the news
Skhenn
We Are the Breath of Horns
Hot as the Desert Wind
We are Slayers and Reapers of Men
By the Arrow Shot from Lanata
You will Fall to your Knees