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#2:  It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1:  Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:

By those thighs
You rather have me
In cowboy boots
Saying my name is Clyde
But I don't say sweet nothings
So Sly and devil gleam
Sip your Jim beam babe

on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck

"DOMUM" (strikes out "DOMUS" and writes "DOMUM") "-MUM".
Understand?
B: Yes sir.
C: Now write it down a hundred times.
B: Yes sir, thank you sir, hail

to roll

I got the strap by the seam of my clothes 

Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose

Putting down pressure you

do not live by sayings like "faking it 'til I make it"
Look, I only write these songs if my sentence
Is authentic
So whether right or wrong if I said

my hands out of my pockets and I lit a cigarette

I opened the back door of a room that was vibrating
With the sensual sounds of subdued jazz
It was

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

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

me to take you back to where it all began
Listening to street poets black performing with my dad
Yo introduced to MCing by my cousin Scribe
Way before

the subject
Lately, the way that I been out here packing this heat, had to go and upgrade all my Luggage
Mainstream not putting us on, gotta break down the door

faith you’re a disgrace; 

And, then, he tops it off by saying… 

…At the congregation, you’ll not show your face!

V32 Group
Oh my god…
(1 beat pause)

that the Lord will one day hear my cry
Like when I thought it was a wrap
I was under attack
By the blebs in my lungs, my left lung collapsed
Thanking God

rhymes on acoustics
Knocking on door, of Mr KogzOne and the Reason
Collab or what, lets spread this truth biss to the new kids
I think its time, to just do

Close to the Edge: The Solid Time of Change/Total Mass Retain/I Get Up

Yes

Yesstory

1992

move,
And choose the course you're running.

Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,

There Only Was One Choice

Harry Chapin

Dance Band on the Titanic

1977

learned the music from way down there 

The real ones learn it somewhere 
Strum your guitar -- sing it kid 
Just write about your feelings -- not

one and only
Yeah, I'm the one, but not the only
She said she listened to my music
She in love with the acoustics
She listens to it everyday Takin' all

this nigga run for 'bout a half a block
My fourth and inches when I
Touch down? He ain't gonna
Make it to see when the next Madden drop
Ya bitch said my

Footprints

A Tribe Called Quest

People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm

1990

of life
That be shovin' out the door, that's crack
The valleys of time are always on my feet
As least the beat will combine
The calluses and corns, with

The Rap God I do this
Talented down to my roots bitch
Chopped samples on my piano
Acapella acoustic
Smooth shit
Why you worried bout what I do bitch
Get

me, Not Once
 
Ay let me speak my piece of mind
My music is in my speakers played on rewind
I mix my shit at least three times
It is especially designed

acoustic affair
The reason you dream of what if's
I wanna be your acoustic affair
But baby, life's not fair

Know it's been said and it's been over sung
But

close my eyes: complete terror
A stationary free-fall seemingly never-ending
I'm aware of everything, it's too much
Overloaded by what's going through my

That I get in all the time
When I sit down and I go to write my rhymes
There's a preexisting immaculate vibe
That I am trying to find
Burred somewhere