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late again
Then at breakneck speed he'd drive
To sign the station on at five
He had lots of records he must spin

His mom sits by the radio
Until his
and he was late again.

Then at breakneck speed he'd drive to sign the station on at five
He had lots of records he must spin.

His mom said by
and he was late again.

Then at breakneck speed he'd drive to sign the station on at five
He had lots of records he must spin.

His mom said by
of America, the name on the side
The man who would drive her Craig Breedlove by name
A daring young man played a dangerous game

[Chorus: x4]

With
lesson 4

Practice carefully, and you will be ready
For the new techniques and new situations
We will cover together in lesson 5
record 
Don't you change that song 
It goes on and on again 

I took her forty-fives right in my hand 
And baby, I've got twelve inches of fun always
and he was late again.

Then at breakneck speed he'd drive to sign the station on at five
He had lots of records he must spin.

His mom said by
What happened up on Hemmingway well 
We will never change 
You used to be a friend of mine 

The last five years went by so fast 
So fast I find
At twelve twenty-five A.M., Wednesday, Tupac was on his way 
To a Times Square building to record at an the eighth floor studio with another rapper
Promote the effort and change the neighborhood preference
And keep 'em guessing from the old to the adolescent
It's J5 and it ain't no half steppin'
til he can't count his money no mo'
over night sensation, never me
all you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV
my niggas 3X Krazy laced me
taught me how
broads that wasn't fucking when I was broke
Now they squeeze by to the V-I so I can jump down they throat
I put it on the line and do what I love
Wheeling, dealing, joking things will change, girl

Have I failed to impress you?
Could've sworn that wine and one and four made two,
But it's 5!
It is
and four for boys
Five for silver, six for gold
Seven for a secret never to be told

But there's a bird that nests inside you
Sleeping underneath your
mattress drug money 
You got show dough, little to no dough
Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough 
I got nine hundred and ninety six plus four
[Kool Keith]
Example one - master magical magician
Hold position, enter the club with competition
The Great Bartholomew, my spirit follow you
Hand
On the twelfth I'm starting to drag
By the fifteenth floor I ready to sag
Get to the top, But I'm too tired to rock

Yeah, I climbed two, three, four
Five
on the mattress
My red light special
Watch the light by the lense
So when record is in that's when we begin, baby

Take one, take two, take three
Zoomin'
on the dress and break her for her purse

Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other hand
(Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
(Gouda)
I want to squeeze you, hug you, shake you and make you scream
I want to dance all night with you by the record machine
Record machine

I like some
Dick:
I started out in florida, uh producing a record at a studio, and I got friendly with the engineer, and got interested in engineering. next
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I’m praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
First, the DJ must power up the amplifiers. 
To play a record, select an album and put it on the turntable. 
The racer must attach five dollars
than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov'

One
Greasing my status Wolly Smith want to change gears
One-to one-to three-four man slappin' five
People in the back fidge your face, while I rip it live
I