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On the Level: The Best of Level 42 (Level 42) · Hit! Hit! Hit! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · What a Perfect Combination (Al Bowlly) · The Right Combination/Rapping (Curtis Mayfield) · The Right Combination/Burning the Midnight Oil (Dolly Parton) · The Right Combination (Curtis Mayfield) · The Right Combination (Porter Wagoner) · Winning Combination (Donny Osmond) · CombiNation (Maxi Priest) · Secret Combination (Randy Crawford) – and 90 other albums »


From manicured lawns to projects bricks/bricks/from 718 to the 51-6
Remember to keep the mos def/native tongue
In the mix
Straight butter hits, drop
excels-cels
All techniques are a combination
Of skills that I have, thought narration

Last year my melody, but still complete
Providing musical energy for
and design it well-well
Beat elevates-vates, the scratch excels-cels
All techniques are a combination
Of skills that I have, thought narration

Last year my
(Ludacris) Verse 1

I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
hittin' man
Cold dropped a smash hits
Angry as a veteran
Back in the force
'Cause I'm not frontin'
Comin' upon the stage I'll say ya somethin'

Clear
Announce to the rest
We had a fall out

I never took a drink
Never took a hit or bribe
Or got spread by what a silly
Rumor said
Never sang or gang
[Intro - talking]
Like it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same

[Verse 1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with
tal'n bout, switch everything nigga
Paint switching, no teams
We ain't switching teams baby, ha already
It's Color Changin' Click, hey Mix Tape Messiah
Wahlberg was Marky Mark
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix hen' with Bacardi Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by
Mark Wallburg was Marky Mark
This is how we used to make the party start
We used to mix in with Bacardi Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
maybe peace pipes even
My partners call me Big Boi and my first name is not Steven
In the mainstream, home team banging them with these hits
In the mix
the mainstream, home team banging them with these hits
In the mix flowing like some motherfucking swordfish

Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
[Chorus: Cappadonna]
Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me
I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E
Mix coke with dust, still can hold me
excels-cels
All techniques are a combination
Of skills that I have, thought narration

Last year my melody, but still complete
Providing musical energy for
the mainstream, home team banging them with these hits
In the mix flowing like some motherfucking swordfish

Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
this rap fans like crack fiends 
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene 
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda 
Albums
of dopamin in the brain
and once those dopamin levels plummet after just a few minutes
the smoker feels compelled to take another hit
just to ease
featuring The Fugees 



WJ: Yo this mic is on? 

The wickedest combination in the world! 



WI: No doubt  Poor Righteous Teachers
They're gone with the push of a button on the board
Done by Eric Sarafin, the (?) board overlord
Slap them headphones on, raise mic levels and I'm gone
cities with large moons
Faith healers, ex-female drug dealers and art booms
Apologize for my weird mix
What taste like hot dogs and tear drips
And looks
the stream
You know we all-pro with it, anti auto-tune
Boom, my flow fire, sit by the stove, hit it
Real niggas, official as listeners, gangstas
Pump pump when I let my shell down
Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash
Ya reach for the gauge and mash
Yell out 187 and blast
Nigga
[Chorus: Cappadonna]
Pain is love, that's what this nigga told me
I keep washin' my face with blunts and O.E
Mix coke with dust, still can hold me
pain
And pleasure, in every single measure
You miss being kissed by this lyrical treasure
Enjoy it at your leisure, cause it's gonna please ya
Master
featuring The Fugees 



WJ: Yo this mic is on? 

The wickedest combination in the world! 



WI: No doubt  Poor Righteous Teachers