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and the shit that he didn't
When I was a young kid in Sunday school learning about forgiveness
I wish I could forgive you now that I've found things to be happy

of sleep in the next room

The same two tracks have been
Playing on loop for
Several minutes, as Meek and
Nicki Minaj, his girlfriend, argue
Gently over

Alice's Restaurant

Arlo Guthrie

The Best of Arlo Guthrie

1977

to look like the All-American Kid 
From New York City. I wanted to feel like I wanted to be the 
All-american Kid from New York), and I walked in, sat

on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip

My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance

Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them

No More Parties In LA

Kanye West

The Life of Pablo

2016

don't know they're a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy

Scary, scary
No more parties in LA
Please baby, no more parties in LA

I'm hanging with wendigo
We in new york and we sticker the city
I'm hanging with dillinger spitting it wity
I rap on the track like I diddle her

and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous

Joe Budden, Jersey City, New

in the day they used to
Sleep on me like Tryptophan
Touchdown now the city screamin' my name
I flow gunshots and break fingers
Just to shift the pain

Niggaz Done Started Something

DMX

It's Dark and Hell Is Hot

Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way

Heroin

Lana Del Rey

Lust for Life

2017

Topanga is hot tonight, the city by the bay
Has movie stars and liquor stores and soft decay
The rumbling from distant shores sends me to sleep

Ghetto Prince Charming spark bitches like a flame
Jumpin' out front, I'm leaving lames behind
Fresher than a Ziploc, I'm back on my grind
Ain't no one in

avoiding places where life's compromised in 3 secs
Half human, half mech you all should get a reset
Mom was killed by gang for a chip don't talk to me 'bout

Like Malcolm said it I gotta get it by any means
Coming from a place gunshots wake you up out your sleep
Trying to make it global its niggas dying

You drift in with the wind
And use a library computer to check in
"You can't sleep at the table, ma'am, you're scaring the kids"
And the fall's

selfish
A kid from the burbs
He's a just kid from the burbs
Won't ride in the city cuz' they lurk
He won't ride in the city in a Hirsch
But don't trip

say "look at that Hate City kid that's driving the Wraith"
Cuz everyday they looking so hard, but really can't manage to follow my pace
In yo face -

your head
But still it comes to me in dreams
I wake up haunted by their screams
The world is burning down, the kids are dead

The world is burning down,

man are spineless
I'm Lit in the city
Dem man are tired

They can all catch smoke
Like burnt out tires
Man ah spit fire
That's constant flames

It's

the door please, that doesn't look like a vape sir)

What's that smell in the air, gimme that aroma
Puttin' y'all to sleep with my shitty verses like you're

your eyes and
If I come by and put my finger in your butt
You're the one

Tom: I think that Satan has
A couple of comments tom
Satan: Well kids, it's

california... oh california

NOTHIN ON YOU KID we don't go out in the city, we aint been part of the scene i can't lie, i am yours like you are mine no lie we

bitches, going Kony, bitch
I got an army motherfucker full of only kids
Got a squad of kids about 12 years old
Run in they momma crib put the chrome to her

got my diploma
In the club 4 in the mornin'
I'm a fuckin' cool kid
Fo show out til it's over
Nigga sippin' purple potion, no wait
I don't do no foldin'