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festival,
OtherwiseIi would not be here in,
er... Cleveland! Tonight
But makes no, nevermind!
For me, this song sums up the
essence of the Latin-American
can't move around but it doesn't really matter
In the farthest stall you needed his eyes and ears
And out they pour the hits and the misses
Turn me
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
, good, good, good, good (they good)
Said sometimes (said sometimes)
I tap that at two, by one she was saying save the time
Good day, got her a good dish
Nicko: ...and I stopped, and it was like "oh, for fuck's sake!" Come on kids, and I'm looking around... what is he trying to tell me? What's the problem?
Hop
Picked the "Truth" beat for Beanie
And I was in the session with him, I had my demo with me
You know, like I always do
I played a songs, he's
would just brush it off
But it got to the point that I reacted as
If he were one of my homies that I
Grew up with i was like, "Nigga
Don't ask me for shit
know crack is deadly?
Ayo Bones he broke
But got an itch for the white like
The inside of the cast is sweaty
You disgust me Custy
You might need a battle
her. She said “your father left when your mum was pregnant and she had to survive all by herself” Now he wants your custody so he can maltreat you, but
but that he can have the *right* to have babies.
FRANCIS
Good idea, Judith. We shall fight the oppressors for your right to have
babies, brother.
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
"whatcha doin'?"
He says "I'm just walkin' on down by the pierside."
He says "what's up?"
He says "I gotta gig for ya"
He says "ya gotta gig for me
brought it out of his brother's bag
Thus did we plan for Joseph
He could not take his brother by the king's law as a slave, but that was the will of Allah
but I
Wouldn't write any line that
Was as good as the lines being written
In the rooms next to me
It was just like: I had to
Elevate i was looking at
It
did
You had a good heart, oh, and you abused it
Oh yeah
You were sweet to me, yes you were
But on the other hand, you was real cold, cold, cold,
(Can I get your autograph?)
The yellow cabs in the city would stop for me (yo, taxi)
I wouldn't need collateral to buy property
If I was white,
wealth, and even with good words
But if you turn away, then I fear for you the torment of a great day
To Allah is your return, and He is able to do all
on a shoestring
Give me a fuckin' reason
Panic attack, he start to rush his breathin'
Last battle he got booed like
It was cuffin' season
He talk a good game 'til
And as the goggle-wearing
Center on the
River Edge Rebels
And he was pretty good
And those two fuckers
Were starting a band
And they didn't tell me
But they were testing
worldly wise,
I should get the Nobel Prize,
For good advice
Good old Henry Ford, he was a hardworking man
He worked all night and all day
I said,
shit it doesn't do any good what you die from
My boy was just like me
He's a rabbit
Suicidal
Grabbin on to that weight
Lucky paw
Shut the fuck up
Shaking
a flame
A blue flame jumping off a gas stove
Somebody lit i was three years old
I felt fear, real fear
For the first time in my life but i
Remember it also
was just a crazy italian (crazy italian) who drove a red car.
You see it was hard to tell (but nobody knows),
Nobody knew for sure (for sure),
He
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