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are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
me not in 'Lo it's a problem
'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin'
(?) got all this 'Lo all from rappin'?
Used to have a nigga that was down
do in Houston-Aye Houston
When you in Houston
Bumper kits, eighty fo's, trues, vogues
Coming down, riding slow
Hundred round drummer down by the flo'
not enamored by our surroundings. She's the anti-stage mom. She's an immigrant mom who wants her daughter far away from the music business! And she is
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
singers
The cops told me to turn it down,
They like my shoes from buster brown
I went up the block an bought some incense
For the wrong smells in
gotta turn my mic up man
Yo, y'all gotta turn it down
Let me get some water if I gotta
Scream for niggas to hear me
Yo hold it down let him rap let him
Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby (heheh, nahmtawkinbout?)
Know I'm talkin', my purple so muddy I can barely even drive
Blowin'
a sucker could ever spend
But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker
Not a dime 'til I made it again, everybody go
Hotel, motel, whatcha gonna
It's one of the crazier stories we've heard of, guys (I know)
As it's unfolding it's like
Fuck Tory Lanez, okay? Now, I'm from Houston, and he's
knees bent, up
Down up down up down
Butt close to the ground but
Never touching it we
Clapped loudly for this a woman
Behind me who has no
Idea how
No murder case
I try to put it down for my city
Though I'm the only one fucking wit me
Always on the grind with my people
Close the door on drama but
do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door
Shake that body, party that bod (That's rare nigga!)
Shake that body, party that
a sucker could ever spend
But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker
Not a dime 'til I made it again, everybody go
Hotel, motel, whatcha gonna
cool I think he thinks that thing too
I'm not idolizing him
I'm just preaching about him, my approval of him, it ain't new
It makes me sad how many
How you doin' Houston Texas*
At first I was afraid
I was petrafide
I kept thinking I couldnt live with out you by my side
But then I spent some many
the promo
Shouldn't've bothered from the start
'Cause the cancer left his lungs and it's on my grandfather's heart
Yeah, just not the side that the beat is
to Houston in a gray Mercedes
I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's
So that mean, me Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy all crack babies
And it's evident
him
And his older sister, Nasheema, to North
Philly, where they lived in a small
Three-bedroom apartment on Berks Street
Not far from Temple University
do it, I'mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door
Shake that body, party that bod (That's rare nigga!)
Shake that body, party that
make your way on down the sea,
Something has take you so far from me.
3: Cathedral Song
I saw from the cathedral
You were watching me
And I saw
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