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of my life

Remember then? bit o honey days
Back when 8-tracks were the craze with that Far-out sound
And the future seemed so far away
And we'd
Man your feet
I got it goin' on like miami got heat
I pay to keep 8 days a week
My names on your lips keep hatin' on me
Cause I got the future
Man your feet
I got it goin' on like miami got heat
I pay to keep 8 days a week
My names on your lips keep hatin' on me
Cause I got the future
eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I demonstrate

Still blastin' away
Spit and put
Words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie

Victor Jara of Chile
Lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile
With his songs
x)

Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
prepare yourself
For the time of your life, we are in rare form
This track goes hard with Travis Barker
'Cause the beat is much ? than a Magic Marker
?
and a spare in the back
Lord who could ever ask for more
Sitting up high as the world goes by
Kicking-up dust in your tracks
It's a matter of pride
Yeah Renegades is back and the beat is sick,
Jay Z, Freeway, 8 Miles,
Let's go

8 miles and running, got my 7 album droppin',
And my 8 album
Have a little of prosperity and then some
Livin' my life handsome, has always been a dream but
Now it's time to really achieve by all means (Bust it)
the future tracks from the past)
This is radio-mass (I'm a thief I stole the beat)
This is radio-mass (Tracks from the future tracks from the past)
This is
the way

Working in a factory eight days a week
Try to make dollar, damn what a beat
Cartoon capers happen in reality
Rich man, poor man, living in
the way

Working in a factory eight days a week
Try to make dollar, damn what a beat
Cartoon capers happen in reality
Rich man, poor man, living in
For the groove
And them bomb beats
To make me move

Color of dead
Looks like the future is history

Why you dissin' me
ain't no mystery
And them bomb beats
To make me move

Color of dead
Looks like the future is history

Why you dissin me
Ain't no mystery

On the outside peekin in
End of your
There was a... lot of rocking going on that night,
Cruising time for the young bright lights,
Just down past the gasworks, by the meat factory door,
feel is what I should’ve addressed in this beat
Check them receipts, funerals consecutively
It’s the god, and by the power invested in me
I’m telling
the way

Working in a factory eight days a week
Try to make dollar, damn what a beat
Cartoon capers happen in reality
Rich man, poor man, living in
you ready for more? 

M8 
Times are changing, don't fall behind 
I'm not waiting 
Not about to walk away cause I can see the future's mine
That I got a one-track mind and this track's all mind
The whole three four five six seven eight nine
In the pocket, bursting in the air are rockets
the same..
Don't care where its from, long as the shits hot..
I need a beat, the 5th element of hip hop..

is that a neptune track, uh uh, uh uh..
Is that
us that in a battle we can't last
The battle started at 10:30 and by quarter of eleven was no longer eight crews (how many was their)
There was seven
a little of prosperity and then some
Livin my life handsome, has always been a dream but
Now it's time to really achieve by all means (Bust it)
I keep my
the footsteps I'm making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back
The spirit I had
the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna dangle on my er
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I’m like a mink while